Princess
There is a pretty princess
Sitting atop a mountain
Boys flood toward her
Like water out of a fountain
With her hair of gold
Eyes, a deep blue
Her beautiful smile
And perfect figure too
Lies and deceit
In her mischievous mind
Goes to show you
This princess ain't kind
One day she gets caught
All those hearts shes torn
The guys in such pain
But she doesn't mourn
She laughs at their suffering
Doesn't really care
Their pain gives her pleasure
And so much flare
Nothing can change her
You can't make her tame
It's sad to know
She'll always be the same
Reason for writing:
This was inspired by a friend who constantly hurts the poeple she goes out with.
Birth sign: Not entered
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