Princess

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When I was a little girl I was told to be a princess I was told to fix my hair Paint my nails and wear fancy shoes I tried to like what I was told to do And strained my face and pulled my hair
You. I’ve cried more times than i can count today. I don’t know what will become of us. I want to stay with you because you do make me happy, but nothing is written in stone.
Dear Little Princess,   As a princess, you're stolenby a fiery beast,and then saved by a princeso your troubles may cease.  
Hello! I am the narrator, and this, is my story. Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess. Her name was May.
Have you ever seen a hummingbird cry? Those crystalline tears dripping down iridescent feathers. Perhaps that is why it's wings beat so fast. A vain attempt to dry the dreadful drops before the blooming flowers see.
To find my true loveable princess, I'm told is a probable success. All of the dates I must try, And all without being shy, But she now wears a mundane housedress.
I am happy for I have dream To meet my faultless princess Where my shackle eye’s will be hung for you Because only you gave me glamorous life
She was a one of a kind.   With a tail for legs, Princess Ariel never thought she'd find, A Prince Charming who loved who she really was. Until she did, or so she thought.  
In the Midst of Misunderstanding   They all assume That I am what I’m not. But what can I do, Other than to bear their misunderstood beliefs.   What would they say,
She is twelve when they lock her away, Too old to truly be a child And too young to have her own say.   She needs protection, they’ve sworn For assassins stalk her in the night And thieves in the morn.
Once, long ago, (think back, if you will) Stood a beautiful palace on top of a hill; And under that palace, a kingdom that’s not
There was once a princess in a far away land Who was offering up her marriage hand However all the princes that had come a calling Found her behavior gross and appalling  
Cinderella dressed in blue Went to a club to go find a boo Her feet were killing her So she took off her shoes She moved her hips to the catchy tunes   She was drinking way too much
Kiss a dead girl?  Kiss her ruddy lips, her stark face. They called her Snow White, a pretty name for a corpse. Snow White, evoking glistens of fresh crystal, the name portrayed the cold dead of winter. The cold, dead of winter.
In the beginning A princess was born To an almighty King By his kingdom adorn   The kingdom lived harmoniously Until the day of the fall The people revolted Denying the King’s call
Once upon a time There lived a girl named Cinderella She was an orphan living with her Evil Step Mother She was forbidden from ever having fun
A princess lived on a hill She had plenty of wealth, but still She wished for a friend To play with until day's end Someone who could give her a thrill   One day she spotted a frog
What if Cinderella was actually a slave whose prince led her through the Underground Railroad? What if Aurora had social anxiety? What if Snow White had Dissociative Identity Disorder?
Under the blankets, From behind the pillow, I stare at the screen. Expectant. Giddy. I press a button on the remote- Click- the television flashes and I am gone.   CLICK
In books I've lived a thousand lives, In pages counted countless lies,In paper found the truth and cried,To reading of a love that's blind.  The lives of those famed princesses, With struggles high above the rest, With gowns and fine embroidery, B
Once upon a time, there was a maiden named Snow White She lived in a castle where she wasn’t treated right Snow White ran away When her stepmother told her not to stay
Soft lips, Soft hair. Gentle eyes, Gentle stare. The tug of his smiles, which I saw only few; The drips down my face now common as morning dew. I long for one's fingertips to brush my own,
The Unwanted Kiss   She shrieked when our eyes met as if I was the odd-looking one, just because I'm small, have warts, and jump rather than run. But had she seen herself lately?
I long to see my father again Who past suddenly But just away One day we will meet again For now I have his heart at bay.   I have been the sweetest girl I wish I could of spread love more
I long to see my father again Who past suddenly But just away One day we will meet again For now I have his heart at bay.   I have been the sweetest girl I wish I could of spread love more
Her lips are red as blood and her skin is white as snow;      But she’s an adult now, so it’s time she found a beau.      She’s the prettiest girl; that’s why her stepmom was mean;     
The slashing of my hair is needed How does one go about doing this She pulls, steps, and messes up my hair But insists that I must not cut it Her little flower She never comes back until late
Once upon a time amidst the skies within a metal tower out of many a glass imprisonment incases a beauty not a breath not a flicker
The Princess and the Pea Once upon a time in a far away land, lived a princess fair and fine.  Her mahogany hair gleamed in the sunlight and her eyes twinkled like the brightest stars the sky. 
There once was a prince who wanted a princess But she came with some baggage and lots of excess Those fairy Godmothers buzzed around like gnats He wished sometimes they’d be chewed up by bats
I don't believe in happily ever after. I don't believe in Santa. I don't believe in love. I didn't choose to be this way I didn't choose false hope. Ever since I was a child it was
Once upon a time... In a castle, far, far away. Living in her tower,  waiting on her hour. For her Prince to come save her. Or so they said.   The Princess was smart, as sharp as a dart.
Once upon a time Cinderella was a maid  a dream is a wish your heart makes  Drizella and Anastasia were a bunch of snakes  Cinderella had a happy ending  something else was descending 
Once upon a time, there was the fairest maiden whose beauty matched the frosty snow At the same time, the warmth of her heart matched her fiery red lips Throughout the kingdom, everyone knew her innocent beauty would glow
Once upon a time When knights in armor shined There waited a young princess Who had many hobbies and interests Yet at the very thought of marriage, she felt herself grow distant  
Once upon a time, I was a princess I was a beauty who lived in a castle; I sang with the birds, spoke gracious words, But all the while found my stigma a hassle   There was a prince I was supposed to love,
  Snow White doesn't stay in a house. She doesn't depend on a variety of dwarves who grump about. She goes outside. And she shows the world how she can freeze hell over with one stare.  
  Snow White doesn't stay in a house. She doesn't depend on a variety of dwarves who grump about. She goes outside. And she shows the world how she can freeze hell over with one stare.  
Rapunzel, Rapunzel – Don’t let down your hair
"Why am I so feared?"  I ponder this ages. I ponder this for years.  I am the "Evil Queen," they say.  "Snow White, the poor girl!" they say.  I wasn't always this way...so obsessed with beauty and such
What if...   Once Upon a Time Cinderella didn’t wed She’s a feminist   Once Upon a Time
The rain flew straight past us As he grabbed onto my hair Slowly Slowly inching his way up the tower The witch taught me things
drip             drop                         drip                                     drop                         sweet             dreams little             princess.
Once upon a time, there lived a girl with so much beauty. Men thought that she was a dime, but the villager girls thought that she was snooty.   One day, her father travelled far away.
There once was a princess that did everything right. She didn't lie,  she didn't swear, and said her prayers every night.    She kept up with her studies and aced every test. 
Once upon a time… There lived a women with devouring beauty in the deepest woods of a quaint city. Not a single soul dared to travel near, for she eliminated all who she could hear.
Once Upon A Time There was a princess who was deemedmost beautiful of them all. She didn’t want the title,and the title didn’t want her.For she never felt beautiful.
There's no fairy tales that I know about For what is a fairy tale really about An act of Love or a true love's kiss Maybe a boy who saves a young girl I've seen it all but not really at all
Little Miss Magic of sweet song and sound. Little Miss Magic of perfect balance and crown. Little Miss Magic of passion and care. Little Miss Magic consumed by love and redacted of fear. 
Rapunzel was a lady with very long hair Who lived alone in a tower, but didn't really care   For she did not have a mind like you and me. You see,   After having no interactions, 
Cinderella danced away, but no one would come her way. Her sisters watched and laughed in pain, while sipping fancy champagne. No beautiful flowy gown or exquisite glass slipper,
Once upon a time Cinderella doesn’t get a job and leave home Snow White’s dwarves are her lysosomes Rapunzel keeps reaching for that comb
i am not a princess,  i am a queen.   at my fingers is not a bippity boppity wand, but a sword called excalibur. at my side is not a mouse and a sweet bird, but the servant of maleficent, 
My princess she lived in a tower Her beautiful long hair full of flowers I had loved her since I first had met her She was mine and I was hers Our love was unconditional Though it was un-traditional
They gave me a name and started writing my story. I was give girly characteristics and made to be a boy's dream girl.
Take me to Atlantis, the wide array of sea life. I want to be where the merpeople are, and sing their songs of seas. Take me to Atlantis where I may meet my Princess, and she will meet hers.
Rapunzel rolled her eyes and brushed her hair Annoyed by the chants that she was 'his type', wonderful, and fair. She wasn't a fool for alluring words made to flatter,
happily ever after, sweet trinity of utterance evidence of dreaming, of love, of laughter an ending satisfactory, yet my tale tells a difference  
One night as a princess was going to bed, her mother, the queen, came to her and said, "I told you to balance your diet. Now PLEASE, stop your complaining and swallow these peas."
Once upon a time she was locked in a tower,  a tower drowning in hope. A tower with one fight and lots of power.  A tower only used to mope. With beautiful blonde hair, with a bright, white smile,
He was slimy, although he did his best to hide it.  Full of charming smiles and flirtatious compliments, he wooed all in his path.   But then you got closer.  
Once upon a time, there was a dragon Who spent his time alone Inside a castle that once held laughter Now gone, all left was cold stone. He was never this way For his true appearance 
they had always assumed the truth had been that the dragon loomed by the princess to doom the young men who attempted to save her; to keep her entombed; the dragon behooved to trap her within the walls.
What is a princess? What does she think of? Does her mind race about the worlds beyond her,  does she wonder what the world has in store for her outside of her comfort?   What is a princess?
I'm sitting here looking pretty trapped in my tower waiting for you. At least that's what you think, my sweet prince. My long hair all golden and blonde awaiting your climb.
a day a month a year thats how long they've known each other  it started in deep winter  it was still an adventure  they never spoke about the future  they never spoke about the kids
Once upon a time, a Princess was forced to stay high in a tower—nope, not original. Once upon a time, a Princess was cursed to an eternal slumber—already been done!
Let his blood drip on your feet little princess and you will receive eternal life Holding the knife in hand, it is tempting
Since when did Princess mean damsel in distress?   Since when did beauty become our strict standard?   Since when did worth correlate to marriage?   I am intelligent 
my eyes won't get any less redand my heart won't get any less deadif you were to buy me everything in the world,or lay me down in bed
Rapunzel so beautiful, So delicate, So mystifying. Her hair so long, Long enough to create a wall- Against all- Who dare oppose. She loved to wait upon her window sill,
"Once upon a time" is always the preface of a princess story. A story where the guy finds the girl and saves her from the position that she's been put in. Where her black and white world suddenly has color.
Roses are red,  people wilt too,  Cinderella is fading away.  She works day and night,  to her sisters' delight, on the filthy ground like a slave.  A knock on the door,  a man with a letter, 
Once upon a midnight dreary Cinderella could see her future clearly A life in a house With step-mother louse Cinderella's eyes got quite bleary.   Enough of this! She blarted As she stood
In ashes, the pot is as black as the kettle. A princess in rags wouldn’t stoop to my level. What would you do in my shoes? What do I? Life gives me a pumpkin, I make pumpkin pie.
Once upon a time… there was a lean, keen machine who identified as Dr. Facilier.  At the age of 5, Dr. Facilier was abandoned and left in a dark, gloomy forest on the outskirts of Louisiana.
Clock strikes twelve Gorgeous prince dwells Fair maiden is locked in cell Lovers meet and step-mom lets out a yell  Someone rings the bells
Whether it is sooner or later, people will reveal their true colors. Eventually, the sparkling gleam of fairytales and new beginnings fades into the dark enchanted woods of reality. Imperfections. Losses. Disappointments. Failures.
I love my family so I love them with my heart  so here is where i know I need to go apart My kingdom needs me now to fight with all my smarts I've always know somehow that this is where i part
Once upon a time, in a town far away, You know how the story goes; There lived a young girl with ebony black hair, Snow white skin, and lips red as the rose;
Once upon a time... Oh, how cliche does that sound? To a hero I must always be bound I must always be the damsel in distress For no one else can wear such a beautiful dress I am a beauty for that I am sure
I woke and fell in your arms Has your lips touched mine Never knowing much more Trying to keep us from falling apart 
Once opun a time... Oh how cliche does that sound? To a hero I must always be bound I must always be the damsel in distress For no one else can wear such a beautiful dress I am a beauty for that I am sure
Once upon a time, All the stories and nursery rhymes floated through the air, filling the room with magic and hope. Back when we were innocent, and didn't know  that that isn't how the world works.
One day I will make you proud I will make all your dreams come true I will channel back into the younger me Who wasn't afraid of anyone or anything Even though I am still fearless I fear some things
You make me think that I can't be free. Make me think I'm a princess, in a tower. Whisper menacingly in my ear that you'll eat my flower, make it sound like a good thing. I wait for you to kill me.
Princess, Princess The one that wear a long blouse Who favors the colour of the fallen pink Who woe thou soul That sway between the gusty breeze
They never talk about this. They never talk about what happens after. When the crowds leave. When the pomp and circumstance has faded. When there's nothing left but me and him.
I will join you The shackles on my wrists Are made of gold And my eyes are glass As you drag a razor across your wrists
I am a strong, independent woman Let me repeat myself You obviously weren’t listening I am a strong independent woman
The flickering candle lit the deteriorating cabin An owl stood on a branch whooing out in the forest The author sat at his old wooden desk devising fantasies for the young ones
I really thought that if I went to your ball, We wouldn’t speak, But the sight of you would make me weak, And surely I’d fall. Because you,
A flower she holds But little did she know The little flower she holds Scolds every vase  THe flower she holds  Will determine her fate There is no fault  For her today
i always wanted you to call me "princess",    but i was too afraid to ask- and now you call her "princess",    and you don't call me back. so dress her in your finest-    make her pretty in pink,
i wake up to pale sunlightfiltering through my pink curtainsstaining my eyelids a sleepy rosemy fingers wander to my bed framesmooth and white, embellished with seashells
I don't need a prince charming I don't need a knight in shining armor I don't need someone to come save me Because they're not always there to save you Sometimes they're there to kill you
Once upon a time… We had a fairytale princess I say “had” because this fairytale has a twist.
I am 4 years old all pink dress, all blond hair, all blue eyes when strangers ask my name i tell them, that i am princess peach                                               
If you knew the things you do me, You wouldn't get enough of me. 'Cause no matter what, I'll always stay. Take me, babe. Make me your sex slave.   I like your very vibrant mind.
How? How can I let my emotions Come back into play When they have destroyed me
O' how cruel mine own heart be! It cares not if my head forbids It to love so as to not be twain in half again.
“Are you nervous?” One button tucked through the string and thus sealed. I want to say I’m sad Upset Longing for a different man to be at the end of the aisle. Another button. “I feel unprepared.”
Since the days of Disney princesses, I've wanted to be a mermaid like Ariel Adventurous like Jasmine Fearless like Mulan Be able to see the good inside of people like Belle Their small frames and cartoon beauty 
I WOULD BE LIKE CINDERELLA, WEAR A BLUE GOWN & A HAIRDO.
Her love is fake 
Trapped way up in a tower Waiting for Prince Charming The number of fakes and pervs  Is really quite alarming As the dragon slays them all down You watch from your towers' glass
You are nothing That is what I would tell myself That is what others would say
You use to be my Luke Sky-Walker, and now you are my Hans Solo. (Star Wars) You were tired of monkeying around. (Jungle Book)
Your misery to me is totally attractive. I love the way your tears taste, or at least i would if ever sampled, Your sadness entices me, makes me feel like I’m not alone
I don't want to be the princess trapped in a tower by a dragon, waiting for my handsome prince to come and rescue me. I want to be the queen with a dragon that sets people on fire when they come near her castle.
Beautiful Princess   There was once a night, That darkness came to light, And only beauty was in sight.   A pure beauty was found, Her looks so profound, Yet her life turned around,
As a child I wanted to become  a princes A nurse
I just want to give up
Down the dark dungeon steps, He ran for his life. Down the tall tower stairs, Footsteps close behind.
I Wish, I Wish Upon A Star
A time long ago,
I'm a princess yet to be saved
it's just an opinionwho's a princess or notmy vote tips the balanceso give it a shoti see that you're lovelybeyond all comparewith ruby red lipsand long curling hairyou might be a princess
How many frogs do I have to kiss  to get a prince who will give me bliss. How many lamps do I have to rub to give me someone I can truly love.
Bound to her lone tower Her White Knight won't let her go. Chaining her with his love He's blind to what's inside her soul. But in the midst of her routines She's drawn to this Dark Knight.
  She speaks in similes. Using her devil tongue. The way she utters A complexity of evil words Constructed to fit perfectly Into the shape of a heart that beats directly into her palm.  
The sweet reverie of a little girl in a Cinderella dress Does not hold a demise For no person shall attempt to withhold her She has imagination creativity innocence virtue Let her twirl
Now I could just leave you out of the listthat I madeof princessesOr decide to giveyour princess to youas an ironic thinglike saying,here ‘princess’you self-righteous brat
It is common knowledge that Princesses are associated with towers,  Waiting, sighing, crying, whining, pining away for men with flowers,  And shining knights to come and fight the awful dragons of their past, 
Have you ever seen eyes that speak sermons.Respirations that birth holy spirits.With those kind of eyelids that are like curtains,Blocking out sunlight that flowers cherish.
My daughter, I created you perfectly the way you are Why are you trying to change that? I made you blonde, Not brunette, I gave you blue eyes, Not green
My boyfriend calls me PrincessHe does it because he's cuteAnd wants me to feel specialThough I wish he wouldn't do.
Gold and red-checkered lips. Pink and purple plumage in pin-curled hair. Corsets colliding with chosen partners. Flickers of light from silver sequins scattering the ballroom.
All my life I've been waiting For someone to come along. All my life I've wanted For someone to prove me wrong.   Someone to love me forever, Someone to dry my tears. Someone to call my own,
Fairytales I never used to believe in fairytales I’m not like Cinderella when the clock strikes 12. Won’t prick my finger and fall asleep Or become a prisoner and love a beast. But I met you
Once upon a time there was love// The clouds would part right for the stars// The sun would set for the moon above// And we made the sky ours// The creatures would creep in a moonlight serenade//  Creating the mood for romance// Until he cut my he
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(My creative writing teacher asked us what our dream job was when we were kids. This was mine.)
Two evil sisters Cinderella, a poor maid Her sisters prepare Magnificent scene The royal ball of the king The Music like gold
How do you know for sure this isn't the last time you are going to hold me tight and let me dance on your feet?
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