Cinderella's Problem With Prince CharmingMature

fairy tale poem

My prison is a castle
And its bars are drapes
Large windows frame
A picture perfect world, that's insane
My cell is my room
Full of pretty little things 
To take my mind off the gloom
And of more important darker things
All the little glittering things
Are to distract from you
That my door is always lock
So I won't get away too soon
You're loud and annoying
You're cocky to a fault
Your princely status
Is what keeps me form brushing you off
Happily ever after's are dead
When I'm with you 
Long Live the Prince
And may this one die soon

The End

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