On horses that embody elegance.
They personify grace and
They personify grace and
They will lift us
out of the fog of seemingly unfathomable heartbreaks.
We will ride into
a kingdom of
inconceivable
love.
Our hearts beat as
one, they will surely find us. She said.
On this fateful
day
On another wait
rode in a Prince Charming
On a regal
Mustang.
With eyes you
could misplace yourself in,
Smelling like he
passed through a field of Roses
His smile was a dark
night sky sprinkled with stars.
Beautiful.
And seeing him we
knew he was the one.
On this fateful
day
Came Prince
charming and laid his sword at her feet.
Off she rode with him into happiness.
Off she rode with him into happiness.
So I waited still.
At the end of my wait.
Grabbed the next
Prince that strode along,
Blinded by the
urgency of a dying womb
And the impatience
of an aging spinster.
My mistake; he was
not of the Charming family.
Prince fucking
Charming I shall call him.
He prefers the
comfort of a prostitute
To the warmth of
my thighs.
The bosom of a
strange woman he lays
While mine burns
feverishly for him.
The ale of the
tavern is a sweet smelling savour
Not my
back-breaking sweaty
Made dainty dishes.
Made dainty dishes.
His fist pounding
me is
The only pleasure
he seeks from me.
Today I will wipe his
brow and dote on him devoutly.
Lay a meal befitting
a king before him
After his bouts
with the maidens of the town.
For he is a king,
not just the type
Worthy of a life.
For when dawn
wakens I shall send him
To the hell he
deserves.
His mistake; he
didn't marry Cinderella
All this while he
had been laying with Cruella.
Ms Oyaghire
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