Eye spy with my little eye.

A fun observational poem. :-).

Eye spy with my little eye
the tiny little princess
wanting to cry.
She grasps and leaps
reaching for hope,
holding tightly to forbidden rope.
But it cuts and it hurts and she’s losing her grip,
and the tear in existence is beginning to rip.
Silent screams for she must be heard,
It cannot be she is just another bird!
Fear not princess, your knight is yours,
Until that is of you he bores.

Karen Hayward ©2016

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