If I was never perfect, then why did you tempt me,

If I wasn't what you wanted, why did I fall,  

I smashed through clouds, round and round,

Now I feel like I hit the solid ground.


Pretty boys with pretty faces,

Princes in the sky have got you on tight laces,

Castles high up with charming smiles,

Perfect sunsets with kisses laid on the isles.


I stand in the distance wondering why?

Why I let my heart fall, and break,

For heaven's sake why wasn't I awake to see,

It was never me, but the boy in the distance you ran to see.


Prince Charming with his perfect glimmer,

I myself a slight bit dimmer, maybe slimmer,

Broad and proud of his stature,

Tossing her up with a smile to catch her.


He glances over at me and I meet his eye,

He smiles and says hello, and I wonder why,

He comes up to me and says hello,

My name he wants to know?


He says what a nice title for a prince,

I should smile, stand up straight, be more like him.

Maybe I'll catch her eye if I pout my lips,

Or curl my hair just like this.


He takes my chin and lifts it up,

He opens my shirt to show some blow,

He runs his hand into my hair to curl it just right,

One hair dips down, with a slight breeze to the right.


He takes off my reading glasses,

Tosses my book to the waters,

Looks at my shoes and doesn't even bother,

But my face he sees and steps back.


"I know I'm hideous, that's all you can see"

"Please, you're a...."

"My friend, you're a prince indeed."

She glances back toward me, a smile this time I see.


He leans toward my ear from behind,

Whispers in the slightest tone,

"Prince Charming, she's looking for you..."

"You can have my throne"


I turn to him and I say "no".

"She was not interested in me but my face."

"In that case, why waste."

My love is no woman, but my beautiful book.


And so the boy walked along with his new look,

Charming girls from here to there,

His charm was dear and fair,

But for his stories he read with care.


He stumbled upon a ******* the way,

She was pretty and blessed with good looks,

But he saw not her look but her book,

They shared a glances and laughed in delight.


She said to his surprise,

"A prince has a knowledge of the books not his looks,"

"Indeed I may agree", he said to she,

As they walked hand in hand, book to knee.