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blood on my princeyou can hear them talk of that and this
little girls with a fairy tale frog kiss
makeup'd faces, it's what they wanted
the silly girl who was always taunted
the secrets that die oh could they be true
even with eyes so tragically blue
take away my romeo, tie him down
shred away sir knight, let him drown
as for the prince, break his legs
and the lover boy, forever he begs
can you hear him screaming, in the far?
my perfect boy, weaving his scar.
underneath the dirt bury a feeble fear
make him bleed so he can hear
that I never wanted the frog-y prince
murdered away all those thoughts since...
give me a boy who likes it rough
bruises on his arms and to his jeans tough
have him like the blood and the thrill
down my spine I crave that chill
he knows of things for the better
inside my body he hides the letter
so to the prince I bid thee this,
take my heart and I'll break your kiss.
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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