i found my
Prince Charming
but he said
he did not
want his crown
because it was
too heavy.
but the shoe fit.
i held him
every night
in the stillness
praying the darkness
would never end
because in the morning
i would need to kiss
his forehead
and say goodbye
because he wanted
to go.
his beautiful face
stares at me
in the river
in the fields
and the flowers
that wither
while i wait for
the sound of his footsteps.
in my fortress
of longing
i have found
magic
in the memory
of someone
who made my heart
sing.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
I want to grow
I want to grow and I’m going to grow. I’m not going to be this version of myself anymore and you won’t know who I become. You won’t talk to her, or be by her side as she goes through life— you won’t know her. Her heart won’t even remember the small moments that’ve clung to it for so long. I’ll watch her embrace a new life that has nothing to do with you, and there won’t be a space waiting like there has been for far too long.
By Aathavi Thanges7 days ago in Psyche
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I have found magic in thw memory of someone who made my heart sing. Loved your poem and that's my most favourite line!
Pulls on your heart-strings!