she doesn't need a hero
she doesn't need a hero
she doesn't want a prince
she's not some princess in a tower surrounded by thorns below
she's been left before by princes and heros, she's been on her own ever since
don't get too close, her heart has its own armor
and its guard is her ribcage
so don't try to harm her
she has hardened with age
if you throw fire at her
she will come back swinging
- i am my own saviour
This poem is about:
Me
Our world