You don’t decide who Will make your heart race. The corners of your lips just Upturn so suddenly That you only notice your smile When you step forward and feel The cement pieces Of a shattered frown On the ground beneath your feet.
my prince has died trying to slay my dragons, dragons that keep me up at night. his head is at my feet and his sword is in my hand. instead of living in a world in need of a savior, i suppose it is time for me to save myself.