The Real Prince
Riding in a fairytale land,
The perfect prince comes,
Blonde hair an white horse,
Everything is perfect as f*ck.
Giving serenade to a young lady,
Who is called the beautiful princess,
Before melting down the balcony,
Throwing her hair to the handsome lad.
All seems perfect
In its own fakeness,
Dreaming to have it
Right for happiness.
Meeting a prince-look guy,
Waiting for the magic,
Nothing can be felt,
Only imagined.
Perfectness doesn't rest in perfect,
It's in the heart that makes you addict.
Meeting a nonprince-look guy,
Expecting nothing,
Suddeenly you find you addict,
This is magic.
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