The princess has many princes battling for her love
I come to her rescue when push comes to shove
In the past a prince's love was the source of war
In the present it's the princessI watched those fools gift you roses
They could've easily impressed you with daffodils
They lost but
The prince knew exactly what to do
He asked me and
In her heart he began to ensueWhen the prince won
He used her like a pawn
Now, Like a weapon she uses me
I killed her loneliness and now it is gone
I want to be your prince consort
But I know I'm your last resort.
YOU ARE READING
Puzzled.
PoetryThe precarious temptations enticed to us by the world gave birth to the society we know.