The Prince Of My Story

Flown away by a man, into a world of dreams
I am not the flower that awaits sunny gleams

Rescued from a prison palace burning in flames
I am not another one of pretty delicate dames

I do not smile coy for the spinning world around
I am a wounded lioness who roars when bound!

I am the prince of my story, strong and firm
Not a helpless princess left alone to squirm

8 Comments Add yours

  1. I await to see the ugliness of your canines filled with rage and ready to pounce….I pray in all the rough edges your beauty within still seats deep and fragile….Beautiful imagery.

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    1. Yamini says:

      Wonderful lines and thank you 😊

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  2. NJ says:

    It was all “Arya Starkieee”… very nicely written

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    1. Yamini says:

      That’s a big comparison 😊 thank you

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  3. Interesting post. Really nice.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Yamini says:

      Thank you 😊

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      1. You are welcome.

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