Tardy Princess

Somewhat sweaty palms
Before a princess I wait
Stay calm, stay calm
She told me she was late
Twas only one evening
A kiss turned into more
Now the royalty is leaving
And she's become a whore
I couldn't be a prince
Why is it that I bother?
No chance for me since
She's the daughter of her father

by Michael Heraly

Comments (1)

Where is the love? Looks like you picked a line...drawing one in the dirt, huh. =) Good poem...anytime you can make a reader respond is a good thing. You write very well...