The Princess and the Wannabe


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The Wannabe
hates you to compare,

Her with the
Princess,

(Don’t you
even dare),

She’s
jealous and thinks she’s just as fair,

She wants to be pretty too,

But she
doesn’t have the attitude,

To make her
dreams come true,

She’s grouchy
in the morning,

And usually
the rest of the day,

Yet she
wants all the attention,

To be directed her way,

She’s the
one with a snarl on her face,

And wonders
why strangers avoid her,

Instead of
meeting her face to face,

 

 

The Princess
is pretty, kind, and sweet,

Delicate and
choosy, tomboyish or neat,

Expecting
attention yet she enjoys being alone,

She’s content
in a garden or sitting on a throne,

Smiles are
for everyone whether pauper or king,

She loves
everybody and enjoys everything,

Sensitive
and caring, she listens when you sigh,

Her heart is
tender, she doesn’t want you to cry,

Everybody is
her very best friend,

They’ll
agree with that too,

Once you’ve
looked into her eyes,

Her love
will come through,

 

 

The Princess
and the Wannabe,

How can I
compare the two,

They’re as
different as different can be,

That’s what
I would tell you,

Each one has
a beautiful face,

Loved by her
own mother,

Each one has
her own space,

They’re
devoted to each other,

But even so
as jealousy goes,

Their bond
is very thin,

Someday they
might be foes,

If something
snaps within,

But for now
it’s grins and smiles,

Love is
shared all around,

You might go
for thousands of miles,

Before
stronger ties are found.

 

 

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