when my prince is not so valiant,
when my home is broken and cold.
my kingdom is not a palace
our love goes numb, turns old.
no more flowers to smell and admire
no more magical beats in the heart.
all is left to look over and retire
back to the pile of memories lost.
whatever happened to the queen in her
castle,
to the one so envied by all.
she has fallen so far from her altar
she had vanished and left to recall.
9:37 p.m. - 2003-01-08
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