My Prince

Today I woke up feeling grand, me and my prince, hand in hand. With only the sweet memory of what happened yesterday...
(Flash back)
I got dressed for school, as a usual Friday morning would go, and walked outside, into the snow. Winter is here, although not as strong, it seems to last longer than ten times as long.
I feel as lonely as the bare trees, nobody to hug them, no buds, no leaves.
A breeze blows by as I walk down the street, while the green grass blades freeze at my feet.
As I near the school I can't help but wonder, how long will I be here, alone, down under.
My friends arrive in their regular fashion, then I hand out hugs in an equal ration.
The school bell rings, and homeroom starts, as lovers pass love notes, from their beating hearts.
First Period started, I took out my books, and daydreamed about my prince's handsome looks.
His eyes like pure emeralds, glistening and new and his curly red hair, so handsome, so true.
He never tries to be someone else, he is always true to his loved ones and himself.|
Oh how I dreamt of him so bold and brave, for only like himself would a true hero behave.
But then my dream turned to nightmare, when I realized my prince was really not there.
It was just a dream, as dreams go, where ever your heart goes, your dreams will follow...