PRINCES
AND PRINCESSES
by Stuart. E. Ayling
He wasn't a prince
at all not at all. He never really was though you thought so, and even now you
still do. He told you so many times he wasn't good he wasn't perfect and he
proved himself right. Do you blame him now? Was it really his fault? Did he
decieve you? Did he lie? Perhaps.
You wanted him to be the prince of your dreams to ride the horse high to take you away from everthing to live in this wonderland. He did all that. You can't deny it now he took you away, you've never been so happy. So why complain when it ends? It could never last, things like that never do. Every tear now is real every ache in your bones are real. You'll just have to acccept that he did feel it too. What are we left with what was so wrong.
Circles Circles always ending in circles.
Perhaps he looked too hard for a princess. Did you become that for him, that brief moment? You must have appeared like nothing else, a dream from his imagination.
There never was a prince or a princess just two people making a fantasy real, but all fantasy ends all dreams end and when you wake up your hair stuck to your pillow. When you're left hollow and empty, desperate to remember every moment every touch.
Reality is unkind.
There are no truths no half truths no lies there just is what there was.. A prince a princess..
one or two lies.