Princess locked in her Ivory tower Withering away, she feels hour by hour She waits from a knight in shining Armour To come along, to charm and beguile her
Set your sights a little too high And end up alone high in the sky Don’t compromise but don’t idealize That’s the key to leaving your high rise
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
Not really sure where to put this one either so plonker for here?