My princess isn't sweet.
She isn't innocent, not in the way one would think.
She doesn't wear a dress.
Her face is caked with lines of wars waged against herself, eyes deep with the understanding of real hunger.
Real pain.
And she knows it more than most.
She wears a wall of steel around her heart, with a moat to protect her mind too.
She can't be saved by a boy.
She can't be saved by a kiss..
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC
My princess isn't sweet.
She isn't innocent, not in the way one would think.
She doesn't wear a dress.
Her face is caked with lines of wars waged against herself, eyes deep with the understanding of real hunger.
Real pain.
And she knows it more than most.
She wears a wall of steel around her heart, with a moat to protect her mind too.
She can't be saved by a boy.
She can't be saved by a kiss..
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