i sometimes sit and stare
Waiting, for something
But there's nothing there,

i sit alone brooding,
hoping for prince charming,
dashing and loving,

to storm in, and rescue me
to hold me, to love me,

but eventually,
i give up, after all,
only pretty girls get to go to the ball,

so i sit alone,
staring, waiting, sobbing,
hoping for my prince charming.

I'm good, I'm fine. This is honestly the only type of art I can do, dark... but I'm good with that

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