Tuesday, May 17, 2011


When I was a girl
I dwelled in a world
of princes, white horses and gold
I lived so it seemed
in a world full of dreams
and the stories my mother once told.
There were diamonds and lace
such a magical place
that I tried to recapture in years
but those stories were void
no pain, only joy
and the princess I played cried real tears.
The men that you meet
aren't always so sweet
although charming sometimes for awhile
but you better beware,
yes, watch them with care
for intentions based deeper than smiles.
Sometimes gold turns to dust
like honor and trust
and you find that you're left all alone
once love has been planted
then taken for granted
you regret the seeds you have sewn.

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