You are so naive
so innocent
yet
is it that innocence
that makes me
love
what you do?
An idealized recreation of
myself.
that's what I made you.

We became friends
the first time we saw

Something inside me
grew from then on

But you're blinded by our friendship
"I like you," I say
"I like you too," you jokingly reply

Why can't I just tell you
That what I said is true

The stories of girls getting a prince to sweep them off their feet
was all I needed to search for him
asking the boys if
they were my one and only
Until, one day I got a yes
, but he wasn't the one
And as the years went by I gave up hope
Until, the princess walked up to me
her frilly golden curls
and sea blue eyes
sang songs of true love
she swiped the floor from under me
and came in for a kiss.
Now joined by the heart
After the royal wedding.

Words said by my ancestors
and to be said by my descendants.

It is all a cycle
in a greater meaning
of nothing

I'm saying words that touched the tongues of many
Are they wise or foolish?
Does it matter?
It will only repeat the cycle