“Once a prince”
The rain endlessy pours,
I can see it over my window.
I hate how gloomy this Sunday is,
But somehow it made me feel comforted.
I have nobody to turn to,
But the weather seems to be sympathizing with me.
Maybe he doesn’t know,
Or maybe he doesn’t care at all.
I am hurting because of him.
The anchor of my ship,
Suddenly became the raging storm of the sea.
The lighthouse from afar,
Now turned to a broken room filled with nothing but darkness.
He changed and he doesn’t know.
He was once my prince,
Now he’s nothing but a mere stranger.
He’s unaware of his sudden change,
While I am too aware of it.
I’ve known him too well,
But I guess that was before he met her.
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