All those times,
Spent searching,
Wishing, hoping;
To find that one-
Who’d proclaim,
With integrity, sincerity;
To all that’d listen-
The words she needed,
The courage she sought for,
A sentence to wrap up
Make her, headstrong;
Someone to say-
I believe in you.
All she found-
empty, broken promises
Words said, unkept;
Reality- a farce;
Prince Charming- a lie
And it was then, the picture-
The story, the scenes,
It all clicked;
Her prince, she found him
Been there all this while;
She was her charming,
And she exclaimed
with all integrity;
Loud and proudly-
I believe in Me;
And she meant it.
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I believe in you, my friend. 🙂
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Aww, thank you 😊😊
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They are never too far are they?
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There is at-least one to believe – thy self!
Great one! You have an excellent take on these kind of poems!
The theme of – “She and She Is!”
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Thank you!
Hahaha, I know! I don’t know where the inclination for the “she” theme came from 😀
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ha ha haa…
i would not take any guesses on that.. though i guess i know… 😛
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You nailed self love on its head: She had to start with herself first, get all that charm going before anyone else could charm her, hmm.
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Right on mark! It’s said we need to believe in ourselves for others to believe in us. 🙂
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Amazingly written and it couldn’t be more true! Believing in ourselves is the key to happiness. Love it 🙂
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Aww, thanks 😊. Exactly! We’ve got ourselves first, before anyone else.
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