A lonely heart
Looked for a prince
No any prince
But a handsome guy
When sky was dark
Pierced a thorn into her heart

Eyes voiced
While words struggled
Silence the enemy
Drifted them apart
Those eyes shed tears
Begging for warmth

He has already touched her heart
So hand was nothing
Every night
In her dreams
The thorn impaled her heart
More and more.

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