His hugs, Firm hands, And drunk thoughts, Her crooked teeth, Brownies, And non stop talks. His shirts, Her dresses, From the street side shops. He walked, She hopped, To reach home And cuddle their one eyed dog.
Growing up, I always saw myself as the princess that needed to be rescued by a handsome prince. Waiting for the one to come in his shining silver armor and a sword that shines in the moonlight while I wear the long flowing dresses and a crown, only sitting and waiting. While waiting for him, he is out fighting and battling, living an adventure. Now I sit here and realize: I am the one who saved myself I am not only wearing my crown, but also the silver armor and carrying my own sword. I am the one waiting on myself to have my own adventures. Not only am I my own princess, I am my own knight. I am my own savior.