Paper Prince: Betrayal
My first poem based on my real experience
At the dawn of my life, I saw him appear, like a prince from a story, but not quite sincere. His smile, a beacon in my sea of despair, promised love that would last, an eternal affair. I saw him as perfect, my other half, but in the end, he was my sorrow, my staff. He spoke words that the wind just blew away, empty promises that time would decay. His eyes, mirrors to a soul I didn't know, now I see, at their core, decepti...