when i was a little girl, i wanted to be a disney princess. i wanted a poofy pink dress and high heels and my hair in a bun.
i wanted a prince charming to sweep me off my feet and a canopy bed. i wanted the whole package.
but, now, i still want to be a princess. but instead of the dress, i want the cinched waist that comes with having a poofy dress; instead of heels, i want the height the heels would bring me. to replace a prince charming, i want the space filled in my heart that a prince charming would bring. and instead of a canopy bed, i just want a night without waking up six times.
i guess, all in all, i still want to be a princess.
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this little fight
Poesíai paint my eyes with words and my mind with thoughts. a collection of slam poems.
