Sunday, September 26, 2004
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Was me
As I worke up
And see my kingdom that is mine
Friends and ladies-in-waiting surrounding me
Enabling thine to be filled with bliss
As years went and flowers blossom
Was me
It was not an advantage, you see
For I was indeed losing everything I need
I lost my life, living in rags
Poverty and humilation was indeed round me
People, taking away all my bliss
Was me
I grew up fairly well,
In this poor state of me
Stronger and determined
Than I was even meant to be
Unique and speciality meant for me
Was me
I found my strengths,
Preparing to rise again
One,too many,
People duplicating it from me
Torn and ragged
This poor princess is,
But strong, standing up again,
Was me.
Inferior and complexity
In this world
Was out, reaching out for me
Thousands of evil evilness
As they stole everything I did,
So exhausted and yet fought off,
But stumbled again,
Stood up and fought,
Bravely day and night,
Talent-stealers, beware,
While taking them from me,
Was me.
Finding a young prince,
This princess was,
Dreaming of him gallantly striving,
Braving storms and fearsome winds
Braving currents and loathsome deaerts,
Riding towards me
The princess waiting silently for him,
Was me.
Cinderalla silently awaits,
While all was stolen
From her face
Worned out, she was, she is, and will be
But stronger she shall stand
Braving challengers,
Not minding inferiority and complexity
In this world,
Which was taking the princess on,
Ragged, but stood tall,
Was me
But would she fight them off eventually,
And finding her prince,
She’s still waiting patiently,
Standing strong against
Those people making her inferior
But one day she would rise
Rise up upon those insolent people
Who made life 2nd against theirs
Who took her personality and uniquelity wawy from her,
Far away,
But she will get back at them,
Taking them in her stride in her stronger self,
Waiting for her gallant prince,
And that princess,
Will be me………
lost without you;
Sunday, September 26, 2004
