My Prince, My Prince - Poem by Rebekah Lacelle
My prince, my prince, why are you not yourself?
Trying to find depth in your new continental shelf.
Time and distance which started off on land,
Turned into emotions as well, but that was never my plan.
Was it something I did, was it something I said?
I'm trying to look forward to better days ahead.
My prince, my prince why so reserved?
The spirit inside me feels this is what it deserves.
But as seasons change maybe we do too?
And maybe our time has passed but I hadn't a clue.
But my prince, my prince, we can work this out,
Our love is saltwater in the ocean; this just seems like a drought.
Trying to fix the scars from our adolescent years,
Erasing the memories that bring back the tears.
Coming to find that more memories hide,
All of them hidden inside your cast of lies…
But pull the net back and what do I find?
The love I thought we had, it just kept me blind.
The secrets, the deceptions, all too much to bear…
Wondering what I did, thinking this isn't fair.
You're a lot more complex than you made it known,
But my prince, my prince I loved you so.
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