I'm sure you're all disappointed.
I am the prince charming
you grew up hearing about.
But I'm not perfect,
I'm not royal,
I'm not handsome.
I'm noble,
yes.
But nobility gets you nowhere.
I'm sure someone blew things out of proportion.
I am flawed.
I am poor.
I am ugly.
The closest I get to a royal decree,
is raising my pen or pencil in hand,
like a scepter,
in triumph of an accomplishment,
either in word or in art.
I am ugly.
I am poor.
I am flawed.
I am the prince charming
you grew up hearing about.
And I'm sure you're all disappointed.
May 16, 2010
May 16, 2010 at 3:17 PM UTC
I'm sure you're all disappointed.
I am the prince charming
you grew up hearing about.
But I'm not perfect,
I'm not royal,
I'm not handsome.
I'm noble,
yes.
But nobility gets you nowhere.
I'm sure someone blew things out of proportion.
I am flawed.
I am poor.
I am ugly.
The closest I get to a royal decree,
is raising my pen or pencil in hand,
like a scepter,
in triumph of an accomplishment,
either in word or in art.
I am ugly.
I am poor.
I am flawed.
I am the prince charming
you grew up hearing about.
And I'm sure you're all disappointed.