I am a princess up in a tower.
Ripping the petals off of a flower.
No prince is coming because that's a cliche.
But I can be rescued another way.
You are a queen
who comes in my dream.
Setting me free from
everything.
I wake up in the night
as I so often do.
And I find that you're there
and my dream has come true.
YOU ARE READING
Together
PoesíaOne + one = two. Life = me + you. Stereotypical love = lie. Our love = true.
