You’re so vain, this has nothing to do with you.
All this time you had the upper hand, but you made a mistake, showed me all your cards… Pulled my hair then pulled away, so this is where I draw the line in the sand. Because, I know you are getting something from me you can’t ever get from them. So, touch every body that lays bare to you. Mine is a temple that excepts no less than worship. Spend all their goods they are worthless paper here, the only currency I will accept is your heart. You are so stubborn and scared and I hope that doesn’t hurt you in the end. My attention is only deserved so long then my heart will fade from you. You will never have me the way I can see you want. I guess this is what they call a Mexican standoff.
I’ve practiced hard
to be perfect
took a map
plotted my course
To be perfect
It may be something you will never know
My heart is so clean
pure and ready to love
I have something called
It may be something you never know
Where does the heart go
when it knows you aren’t ready
I swear it hurts
you know I’m sad
It may just be something you never know
I’ve just practiced so hard
to be perfect
I’ve taken your blows in stride
knowing more than I think you do
I wish this perfect heart could be something you could know
Every woman is entitled to her princess moment, special days when she is the star. But rarely is she able to live in the moment. Things move too fast to savor, every detail fussed over, everything made to go smoothly. With plastic smiles, and butterflies, it all goes by and memories are only saved in photographs.
After the “princess moment” every woman should metamorphose into a queen. Sadly so many miss the cue or never understand this state is deserved by them. A Princess is fleeting, a Queen is absolute.
I was made to be a Queen and will never let any moment just pass me by. This is about my fairy tale, and I hope to make it a good one.