For River

Hearts float,

Through and through,

The summer breeze.

A princess sits upon the tower

Waiting for a prince.

The witches and wizards tell them to stop.

No matter the cost she still waits,

For the true love upon the fantasy.

They fall hard,

the tower arrives tall,

And no one,

comes to rescue them.

The prince never comes,

The family never sees him again.

Ridiculed and thrown away,

A ragged doll of society.

Locked beyond control,

The dragons come to speak.

Aware of death,

The princess falls deep,

The dragons slash to gain something more,

What trust could be lost?

 

Floating,

The feeling beyond the grave.

Taking the princess forth to the ground.

The brush of hope washes over,

It’s not enough,

Yet it makes something more for them.

The want and need.

The brush of hell.

The ache of watching.

The prince leaves like the wind,

And steals the heart

Of the princess again.

 

Breath once more.

It holds onto the new princess.

A new plage.

Fighting creates the trenches

they had spoken so sweetly of.

The marshes took away the builds,

Of a home.

Only the left ashes of a prince wanting to see them.

Once more,

Blood runs harder,

No longer could the princess stand.

It aches and tore their heart.

Brass shards.

Long cliffs.

The everlasting sea she sees,

The average depth for death.

Following along

A new lover stands cold,

Frosted with desire.

Married and pushed down to a victim.

A leap upon the power

Crumbling like the old tower.

No more to royalty.

No more to emotions.

Emptiness…

What could it have been once before?

The princess didn’t know anymore.

He was never told if he was allowed to know more

Just the basics.

Even if everything else had betrayed him

His heart.

His family.

His own stability.

The princess didn’t want it anymore

to the point where he left

It to rot

Even as he knows it will only get worse.

Growth made more into nothing

Aged well,

The princess has

created their look towards ruling the land.

A princess was not saved before,

Along the skies edge.

Creates the standing for life,

for more.

They watch children falling and playing with one another,

A life they never got to have.

The prince coming for his princess in child’s play

Would never happen

To them

However,

They learn to keep it safe

For the hope of a better life of them.

Relaxed and swayed beyond the skylines,

The movement of odd hands

Brushed upon solid skin

Frail

Tearable

Uneased

Unknown to one more moment.

Will they come?

The princess does not know

Slowly as common thoughts

Life waits for more.

The night sky awaits the over thought creation

One might dream of a queen’s home

But the motions of care,

Dare she wish,

The prince holds the princess’s hand.

A tough grasp

And the last drawn breath.

A life where it comes slow,

No endeavour for more.

No hope for less.

He sees the light as it holds true,

No rose coloured glass.

No hearts.

No messages.

Just the everlasting meaning

Held beyond the clasp,

Of twos hands of friendship.

As family than a new dimension

The princess turns into a queen

As the knight lives to a king.

Once forgotten,

Often remembered.

Yet the feel cannot be felt

The prince tears apart the living walls

And squeezes through the cracks.

No hope for the broken heart,

No weight in the hollow space,

But the princess looks out.

The prince looks in.

There is love.

Somewhere.

Deep.

Between looking forward,

To being saved from the castle walls.

This poem is about being stuck and unknowing about falling in love. It also talks about some elements of love and heartbreak. I got this idea from a photo talking about all evil queens who never got saved by their prince charming. Another fact is the idea where people actually understands it and how falling in love can be desensitizing like many things in life. Although I may have not fallen in love or even looks to love, I can see it from the emotional impact of books, music, movies and many people’s lives I had seen. This is about the change from the want to the disinterest with elements of life, death and purgatory.

 

 

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