You are my prince Robes of blue A crown of gold Adorned with diamonds Emeralds Rubies
And I, I am your princess Silver tiaras Silk gowns Gold rings Studded with diamonds That decorate my hands
You are my prince My knight in shining armour On his white steed A silver sword My protector My hero
But I, though I am your princess I will not be A damsel in distress I will not be Your Cinderella, your Sleeping Beauty Waiting for my saviour
But I, though I am your princess I will be my own warrior Who fights her own dragons Walks her chosen path And conquers her demons So sheathe your sword
Twinkle Twinkle Little Star Why is art so freaking hard?! Up above the world so high I can't draw the OTHER EYE Twinkle Twinkle little FUCK DAMMIT WHAT THE- I give up -.-"
I have a heart, and that is true,
But now it has gone, from me to you.
So please care for it, just like I do,
Because I have no heart, and you have two.
~Anonymous
A poem written by my friend, clairnh
You are my prince
Robes of blue
A crown of gold
Adorned with diamonds
Emeralds
Rubies
And I, I am your princess
Silver tiaras
Silk gowns
Gold rings
Studded with diamonds
That decorate my hands
You are my prince
My knight in shining armour
On his white steed
A silver sword
My protector
My hero
But I, though I am your princess
I will not be
A damsel in distress
I will not be
Your Cinderella, your Sleeping Beauty
Waiting for my saviour
But I, though I am your princess
I will be my own warrior
Who fights her own dragons
Walks her chosen path
And conquers her demons
So sheathe your
Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
Why is art so freaking hard?!
Up above the world so high
I can't draw the OTHER EYE
Twinkle Twinkle little FUCK
DAMMIT
WHAT THE-
I give up -.-"