“Do you weep, love?
Do you weep for the tragedy you made
out of your life,
do you weep for your youth, spoiled?
For the endless nights you could have done something,
and yet you were waiting for something to find you?
Well, did it find you, darling?
Did the prince find you?
What of the adventure;
what happened to that, sweetheart?”
Wasn’t life as beautiful as you thought it’d be? Aurora M.S