Poor Phraser

(per)verse and poetry.

SOME DAY MY PRINCE WILL GO

Every time they argue

he has to be:

the one who reaches out;

to build the bridge;

to kill the monster of bad blood;

to chop down the thorns; 

and climb the tower

of her icy indifference.

But what happens when

his arms get tired;

his sword becomes blunt;

his feet ache too much;

and he feels he has

completed this same quest

once too often?

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