My Prince Charming

Swooped up by discumbobulation,

Dying from the drangons tightening claws,

Crying from it all.

 

Crying for you to save me,

Swimming is dis-orientation,

Dying from the posin they've fed me.

 

Waiting for my Prince Charming is soo tiring,

So I gently rest my head upon this pillow to sleep,

But the posin gets to me and I drift into eternal darkness.

Author's Note

ignore grammar probs. but how'd ya like this jist of it.

Reviews

[Jordan's Back]

One Day your prince will come

[IAmFiyah]

I liked how the poem was simple, but got the point across. I really understood what you were feeling in this. Don't worry...keep looking. He will find you someday lol :) Good luck on your search.