And just for thought...
Today in the paper it said I was to meet a prince but I doubt that little black print,
not because it is said by the supposed stars or a faceless man behind a computer screen.
I doubt because I no longer believe in princes.
I never really fancied the white knight.
I conquered my own dragons.
My prince never existed.
This horoscope humors me.
Besides the stars being a pretty sparkle of light,
why would they concern themselves with me?
I'm happy with my luke warm coffee.
This half lit cigarette is enough companionship.
A prince has nothing I want.
Gold doesn't interest me.
Roses only prick me.
I am satisfied with a brief interlude of an unknown face.
He's not interested in childish fancies.
This horoscope might have meant something years ago.
Maybe, I would have put on a dress, combed my hair, just for the chance of it
but not today.
I prefer my dirty jeans, my sweaty tank top, and another random tattoo.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.