waiting for her fairy tale,
a strong chiseled man
to help her heal
the cuts and bruises from her chains.
she screams "come, and find my secret tower,
a chamber locked is where i wait
I lie awake every hour."

She doesn't want money
she can make that herself
she doesn't need protection
she wants a way out
she doesn't want attention
just reciprocated affection

she doesn't need a father
rough and over protective
or another brother
reckless and reclusive
she doesn't want a son
a boy that she must raise
she wants an equal lover
by her side always

lets her hair down free
it falls down to her feet
a curtain covering
her face and body entirely
one of her securities

secluded she's insecure,
and forgets she is strong.
drinks a case of her own
years past of bottled tears.
knowing life doesn't have to be
the same year after year.