Sometimes I feel like Snow White
Sleeping in a casket made of glass
With no sound
Just breathing
But it isn't the same being alone
And that glass I wish would transform
Transform into the shape of you
Wrapping yourself around me
In this young love
So full of life
A Prince Charming you must be?
Must I change roles?
Let down my long golden locks
Sleep among mattresses
For this isn't a princess story
It's a nightmare
Developed by only emotion
That silly thing I crave
The time I can really let my thoughts run wild
The only time I see you

©Becki Wicks

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