Medevial dreams

Believe it or not, I need my prince charming. I don’t think I can go on much longer without him. I need that one to pick me up when I’m hurt; to tell me to keep on going and then make sure I do. And then with his arms around me, I wouldn’t feel the pain anymore, getting lost in those eyes. There’s nothing I wouldn’t give for it. And without it, I’m so very powerless. I’m bound to be trampled on. The sad thing is I’m not the only one waiting to be rescued. And that’s how I must’ve gotten passed over; whenever someone came close to being my hero, there was another, prettier, nicer, easier girl there waiting to be rescued. I don’t blame them, if I were a prince I think I’d probably do the same thing. Right now I guess I just have to put on a fake smile (for princes prefer happy princesses), and hope that one day I’ll be that prettier, nicer, or easier girl who gets rescued, if only for a moment.