Prince(ess)
She was corrupt with the idea of happiness
She was consumed with the idea that all she needed was
A prince to save her from the dragons and castle and awake her from
Her deep slumber
She then woke up
She grew up from the dreams
That had consumed her childhood
In all of its innocence,
Her reality was not what it seemed
Her prince was not who she had hoped for
Prayed for
To save her
“You’ll find your knight in shining armour one day”,
She had been told
Before she was cast aside
And so she waited
Instead of saving herself.
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