No Prince Charming
Where is this white knight?
I am blackened and blue from the cuts and wounds of life.
I thought prince charming would be on that flight to bring me light.
Yet, I am left still with the dust of struggle ingrained on my hands.
His soothing hands should have long since smooth the aches from my soul.
However, I still rest in pain in my moldy bed.
Oh, there is no prince charming.
He will not come to climb up these many stairs.
No prince charming to love and kiss all my million scares.
My heart is left to, yet again, rot in waiting for no prince charming.