Poem #7

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another one :p

Broken Dreams

You used to call me your princess

and we were going to have our own caslte

with an unbeatable army

and more riches than any other kingdom

and the most beautiful children imaginable

but when you saw your queen

you wanted to be king

you left me high and dry

for a better, wealthier, version

and our castle became a beggars hut

and our army followed you

our wealth got lost in the mail i suppose

and our children, our children were not born in a world without you

so here I sit

at the grave of our broken dream

I gave up on prince's long ago

so here I sit

waiting for a wizard

who can cast a spell 

to make me forget

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