I may not be your long lost prince,
It doesn't matter how much it hurts;
How deep your repudiation cuts through me.
Five years is never a travesty,
This is not infatuation as you might think.
Every night, how I wish upon a star;
That someday my love, that you may care for me,
as much as I do for you.
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 6:05 AM UTC
I may not be your long lost prince,
It doesn't matter how much it hurts;
How deep your repudiation cuts through me.
Five years is never a travesty,
This is not infatuation as you might think.
Every night, how I wish upon a star;
That someday my love, that you may care for me,
as much as I do for you.
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