Thoughts of a Scripturient

Distant Lover

Staring at a distance up on my tower

Waiting for my nonexistent lover

Will he ever come?

Save me from this misery.

Staring at a distance by my windowsill

Waiting and daydreaming 

About my brave and handsome prince

How long do I have to wait?

Here he comes running

I'm finally saved

But in his arms is another dame

What a cruel fate.

Here he comes running

With his sword at his side

Ready to save and fight

Just not for my life. 

I was hoping you had come for me

I love you is that so hard to see?

Guess that I'll just sit and wait

I'll just accept my fate.

After all this is not a fairy tale

Not a romance novel young girls cry over

In the first place you're not my prince

No matter how much I convince myself

You belong to somebody else.