I wrote this poem because a lot of the time I find myself chasing fairytales and also because my head is up in the clouds, I don’t realise that my “Prince Charming” isn’t what he makes himself out to be. At the end of the day, I don’t to be rescued from anybody, I just need to be more aware and less naive. I hope you enjoy.
Until next time, stay creative.
You’re no Prince Charming, I’ll rescue myself:
Your deceptive ways fooled me for a while and I was too blind to see.
You were never the knight, I was never the damsel, you were always the villain to me.
You pretended to save me on your white, shiny horse, turns out it was covered in paint.
You showed your true colours and now I can see that you are in no way a saint.
I do not…
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