My Graceless PrincessMature

She was so young,

No one would miss her

she reasoned,

she argued.

Nothing remarkable about her

no dirt,

no glory.

She was not special.

She longed and desired.

Her soul shriveled up,

her heart split, then shattered.

She wept, her longings forgotten.


Her whispered words,

Unheard to the world,

She is young,

No one would miss her,

She wept.

Glorified, nude and alone.

My graceless princess,

Ends her sorrow.

The End

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