you don't have to be sorry.

princess poet

when I was younger, to young to understand anything important.
I had dreams of becoming a princess.
just like every other little girl who dared to dream, I desired the pink puffy dress with accents of white and gold, complimented with iridescent glitter.
the crown of course to match, perfectly placed on my head of curls.
oh, and the shoes. shoes to DIE for.
the kind of beautiful slippers you always see in the movies, a 2 inch heel to boost my confidence and ego.
the gloves soft as my skin was long ago and the makeup consisting of rose coloured cheeks and sparkly lips.
above all the things I needed to be a princess, I wondered who my prince was going to be.
I would ask my father,
'who will I marry'.
he always replied with the same.
'don't worry about that, you have to be 40'
I would laugh and say I had 20 boyfriends.
most little girls dream of being a princess.
and if I'm being honest, I think about this too much.