walking through this world,
i used to hold my heart in a precious place,
waiting, as every other girl waits,
for Prince Charming.
he came, claiming to be my Prince.
he left.
another came, declaring himself as Charming.
he left.
now my heart,
torn and destroyed,
is not so precious anymore,
for far too many feet have trampled it.
And as i trudge along in this forbidden world,
my heart drags behind me, waiting for the next stomp.
