There was a girl who created her own world
where she was the loveliest princes getting what she deserved
to oppose the reality in which she starred as the second best
she simply wished to be loved and have a bit of rest
as she had to fight for every insignificant thing
be it a mother’s hug or the right to spread her wings.
She was tired – a little girl shouldn’t wage war
and shouldn’t fight against dragons and wicked Kings
but no matter where she resided – it was her fate, as it seems.
So the girl pushed, despite the tears and the blood running
and tainting her bright fairy tales – she didn’t believe in a saviour
and, thus, she became a warrior; the protector of the tender heart
so it doesn’t fall apart.
I’m inspired!
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I am glad ♥
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