Thursday, 29 March 2012

Death of a Prince

I'm beginning to doubt your existences, I'm starting to believe your just a figment off my imagination.
Hope drains out off my body as I begin to realise, your not coming.
Butterfilies fill my stomach as I secretly long for you to arrive. But I knew, and I have always known your not and will never come on a white horse to recue me.
Prince Charming is dead.

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