"I was the girl with flowers in her hair,
Who talked with the moon and listened to the stars.
Sweetness rested on my lips; my eyes sparked.
I was the girl who danced in the moonlight;
Always barefoot, wasn't I?
I always let my hair loose;
Loved the feel of wind makinging my curls fly.
I painted emotions on fresh canvas;
I sang on top on my lungs.
While my dad played the piano;
I swirlled and danced;
A coloueful blur.
The sea called to me;
I listened like a friend.
My life was a fairy-tale.
And then you came;
In form of a prince.
And behold, hearts fell hard at first sight.
You were so charming;
Flashing blue eyes and smiling lips.
Compliments softy offered;
And with it a trembling hand.
I grasped it; held on tight.
You and I, we owned the nights.
Counted the stars together,
Danced in the rain;
Played the paino,
Had it all, we did.
And when I was convinced that you were my happily ever after, you broke my heart;
Ran away before I could even try to make you stay.
I still wonder;
Where you really the prince charming?
The one who flashed smiles that mades me faint?
Because I still feel like a lost princess."
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The Ink Spilling From My Pen ✔
Poetry* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The ink that spilled out of my pen formed these poetry. * ** * * * * * * * * * * ** ** * * ** * * ** * ** ** *** ** * * ** * * ** A random poetry collection that spill...
