The Princess and the Frog

He comes, he goes, like a gentle breeze,

He waltzes in and out of my life.

Leaving in his wake a crumbling mess;

The remains of my will and pride.


What fantastic strength must I muster

From my body, mind and soul,

To throw him out of my life

And will myself to grow whole.


Once upon a time life was a dream,

Soft voices under the moon so bright,

No false promises made and broken,

No promises made at all.


Yes I can see him for what he is,

Not a prince, just a frog in disguise,

A fantasy of ‘what could’ve been’

Dancing before my wistful eyes.


Yet I leave the doors open for him,

As I bid him hello and goodbye.

I keep hoping my frog turns into a prince,

I keep waiting for the moonlight kiss.


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