Prince charming is a myth or perhaps long dead
For no longer do they rescue damsels, they end up hurting them instead.
But sometimes princesses still wish for a knight in armor
To climb the tower, profess undying love and be their savior.
Someone to vanquish the evil witch and break the curse
To be there for better or worse.
Still, no longer does a valiant prince come and the princess no longer waits
They are all forgotten in the past now as they forge their own fates.
They are all but whispers, carried by the breeze
Because castles no longer grow on trees.
She had grace and beauty
Always sweet and never naughty
She see!ed fancy and had flair
But never boastful or conceited….
….Still, it seemed she walked on air
It’s like the sun shines everytime he smiles
A light in that look
A hint of glitter
The warmest smile
A dashing air of grace and kindness
Where, oh where could such young lad be?
I’ve walked this earth for twenty-eight years
I’ve seen happiness, I’ve seen tears.
I’ve climbed mountains, swam seas
Seen butterflies and the bees
Yet, you….elusive and unseen
You are somewhere still, where I have yet to begin.
I wonder if you do exist
I could never be that girl
The one who looks good in a tight dress
The one who is confident and charming
The one who stands out in a crowd.
I’m the one who’s quiet
The one who’s happy to be on the sidelines
The one who questions her confidence
The one who prefers to stay hidden