she walks across the room.
with beauty and with battle scars
she holds herself with elegance
she keeps herself together
for she is a princess
and princesses do not cry
but princesses never have reason to cry
they declare war
but never fight
they watch from far away
as innocent lives are taken
but she is different
she is not afraid.
jacob keeps her strong
what a friend he must be
i watch his shoulder become her resting place
she declares "i'm sad."
and as i witness her unraveling
i wish that i could share her beauty
jacob, you are lucky.
princess writes songs
and beautiful poetry
her hands the goddess of a white and black sea
making perfect melodies to mold her words
what a twisted symphony.
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oh. my. god.
this means alot to me..i cant even tell you.
not only is it really personal, but its also well written.
you painted pretty pictures.
i love you anie rayy.
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that's because princesses get pretty pictures painted for them
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