Prince - Poem by Nicola Bowes
Gorgeous gothic prince where are you?
Are my calls forever to fall on dead ears?
Is there no way I'll have love?
Can I not catch it with a net?
Perhaps run after it?
Sitting here in the field
Waiting for the butterfly to caress my skin
Is taking so long
I've fallen to love the raindrops on my pain
And despise the sunrise in my eyes
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