only when i see myself as a princess
my hair curled and frozen in perfect strands
the end of my dress so heavy i have to pick it up to walk
my eyelids consisting of several sky-blue shades
do i see myself
as an equal to him
what is wrong with me?
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Within Time's Cracks
PoetryCall it what you will; an intricate story, a mess of emotions, an unsung song. Whatever it is, it's here, like the rest of us, and those that surround us, teetering within Time's cracks, a hairbreadth away from falling over the edge and into the aby...
