You're the princess
The damsel in distress
Chiffon, crowns, lip-gloss
Flowers, castles, white horses
And somewhere out there is your prince charming
He's strong and valiant
His arms rescue you, hold you tight and keep you safe
It's a fairytale, complete with a happily ever after ending
Too young to be deluded by Hollywood's view of "love"
Too young to buy into the drama of star-crossed romance
Too young to believe the lyrics
Too young to grasp the stories of distress and devotion
And yet...you pretend
What is it within us that longs for our Prince Charming, our Romeo
Is there a hole in our hearts that any one-man can fit
Or is it something more
An eternal hole designed to be filled by our true prince charming
Who will one day...
Ride in on his white horse, take us in his arms, hold us tight
And give us our happily ever after
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I've been on a silent journey For a year, I explained the pain and weakness away, it was the gardening or hormones or in my hea... -
It doesn’t discriminate There is not one age, social status, family model or culture it attacks For it cares not of its victims ... -
This is a face forever altered in wrinkles and worry lines These eyes have been bled dry of tears and yet they still cry This ... -
My Sunday looks a lot like yours. The outfit is never quite right then I get toothpaste on my shirt (just me?) The kids are arguing about... -
Dear Baby Girl (you're gone) -- You would be five, but your body never was and instead you're just a beautiful soul I don... -
The house is hurriedly swept, papers stashed, candles that smell of cookies lit, laundry hidden away, dinner inhaled - dishes entombed, and... -
My sweet sisters, You proudly proclaim God as sovereign and Lord and resign to His timing in so much of your life, But, concer... -
How do you prepare a heart to ache Or ready arms for emptiness Because too soon she will be far away Her hugs and wild hair Her ... -
The word rolled off her tongue and I was frozen I couldn't have just heard what my brain is telling me I heard Not from her, Beautifu... -
Being a nurse was always where my heart was set So all the Sunday dinners I missed I can not regret Because caring for others' hurts, ...
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