Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Make Me a Prince Charming

I am wishfully thinking and parading these dreams
making mountains out of molehills and
cradling screams
You are battling dragons in a hill faraway
while you're proclaiming the reasons
why you've gone away
I am twirling in circles beneath the stars here alone
while the night birds all call me asking
why I condone
Your absence that clearly left me in this tower
like a forgotten gem I am sealed away
here forever
But I tell the birds that it's all OK.....
Prince Charmings aren't born
because they're made

By Elizabeth Azpurua

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