She was a princess from a far land,
She did not need a tiara to prove herself
She was artistic in her own way,
When the crowd surrounded her
One can stare at her like an art,
She was a hurricane of charm and chaos entwined
She did not wait for her prince,
She was in no hurry to find her Knight in shining armor,
She wanted to become one herself.
Because she wasn't looking for a Knight
She was looking for a sword.
She liked playing with fire.
Little did she know she had the fire within
Once I asked her if she believed in love
All she said was; it was her most elaborate method of self-harm.
She wasn't just made for anybody.
She deserves something beyond perfection.
She convinced me that there are angels born without wings