theres this girl..
who once fell in love with someone who had no intention to catch
over..
and over..
and over..
and over..
left cracks, no bandage could cover
so she started to believe love is just simply a word.
an empty word, so impure
strictly forbidden to be spoken of, as well as to be heard
and decided to live in a condemned castle
she builds a wall so high no man could climb
a wall covered with thorns of roses from the phony poet.
a burning wall that could melt even the strongest harness
there would be no phony prince in harness who rides a white horse
could pass the roses and the sweet letters to her.
at least she could be the princess on her own.
no prince written in her who-to-love list
and even
henceforth
there is no such list in her life