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In this story there isn't a beginning
or an end.
This is
the story of a once forgotten train of thought,
the one that really
would have saved us the trouble
of trying to find another way to live.
The princess fell through the only hole
in the floor, a broken
heart that I tried to patch.
Do you remember that one time
where we rode on the wind?
The working model of a perfect couple.
Sometimes I dream at night that
we somehow
(somehow)
made it all work out.
But that couldn't happen because I
was too sad
and you were too blind.
Did you ever
see me in that tiny hole?
The princess that fell and collapsed
when she needed a prince the most.
You weren't it,
but that's alright.
I wasn't the princess.
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an original poem where I was playing with Richard Siken's style of writing.
(c) me
(c) me
© 2011 - 2024 Siren-Singer
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