i have kissed one too many frogs with the hope to find my prince
starting to believe that it is just a myth
does a fairytale love even exist?
my top worst mistakes
are convincing myself that we were soulmates
dating without the actual dates
where are all the men from the movies?
that stand in the street singing to the window not caring who sees
i crave a man like these
instead i settle for way less
never will i ever get to wear a ball gown dress
because wearing nothing is what makes them impressed
i just want a magical twist
but for now i have a long line of frogs waiting to be kissed
dear prince, do you even exist?
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𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍. 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜. 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 ❀
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