Fallen Princess Poem by Lynette Lawrence

Fallen Princess

Rating: 5.0


Fallen princess is her new name for me,
fallen princess how she uses to call me,
so I start to doubt
Fallen princess, is this really me.

Once I sat on my high horse,
on the winner's throne.
Everything I wanted
was something on the floor, a dirty diamond.

So I climbed off my horse
and picked one of them.
By running away my white horse said
'Black isn't the shade of my soul, so let me go'.

A fallen princess with a dirty diamond.
Is this really me?
I don't know,
but you aren't allowed to judge me.

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POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This dedicated to my former best friend, she still doesn't really know what happened and if I am honest I don not want her to anymore.
It's possible that the diamond isn't a diamond, perhaps it is still coal. I guess I will never find out. The diamond as such is a metaphor because I still don't know whether it was right or wrong.
I am not sure whether I really lost something, I am going to tell you in case I find out.

Because of owl.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ency Bearis 12 October 2012

well expressed emotion well presented poetically, great write

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Anita Sehgal 06 October 2012

words from the heart.... good read

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