(Would hate to admit it but he)
danced with me, when he passed me by,
locking his gaze on mine-
He held my thoughts with his smile.
So freely I gave my hand to his
(He commented on how soft I felt).
I suppose he believed me to be also
For after pulling me towards
his affections and words, he tested my strength-
Slapped my hand away
(doubly hard than he pulled).
And that was the last step in the dance,
with the Prince who would transform
into a haunting, lingering
After elapsing time,
please allow me to introduce
the Second Prince.
His eyes deemed him both predator, prey
(it may sound cliché).
Déjà vu of the First-I met his stare,
then danced, and kissed-
I was the first to leave.
A yearning so deep, kindness in his heart,
praise with many turns of his phrases-
He's falling for who he thinks I am,
when I know the truthful being he's craving.
He wants an idea,
a Princess with the same qualities he dreams of,
virtues he thinks he sees.
Neither have realized, I'm not what-
Princes cannot fix a woman broken in two.
I am strong, not
I am no Princess, or Idea;
just a Woman, with a wish,
for not a misguided Prince,
but a (Willing)
to embrace the real
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