Poem
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Her Royal Highness, she strides in her strength. Her ways are mostly pure. In her purple robes, she wakes every day at 5 o’clock.
My love, I sent a rat. You retaliated with a rattlesnake. Let’s meet on the bridge. The bridge that overlooks the ridge. Guns and bombs are not the solutions. Let us reach a compromise Let love reign again.
The shadows come hunting
Reminding me of the past mistakes
Saying there are no retakes – no second chances
Different faces on the wall
Praying for my downfall
I only want to be me again,
The one who doesn’t accept fate,
That sweet girl whose dreams were beyond her.
The one who graciously slides,
trusting effortlessly the One within.
The girl who cares with so much purity.