I remember being a little girl
And joining in with those conversations
The ones which went something like
“I’m going to find my prince charming one day and marry him”
We all dreamed of white weddings
The perfect husband
The children
The happy ever after
Why didn’t someone prepare us?
How come they didn’t warn me?
They never said they’d be boys who broke my heart
And boys who stole my heart but wouldn’t ever return it?
I wish they had of told me
Prepared me for the fact
They’d be that one boy
That one boy who I could never forget
And I wish they’d told me, softly but truthfully
That one day I could find someone
Who I thought was my prince charming
But was also someone else’s prince charming.
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