Anna

Anna,

She was the royals' daughter

Their own flesh of blood and charm

She became the very thing she once imagined

A princess

Every supper was eaten at not a minute past 7

No blouses were ever wrinkled

The garden never became out of hand

The clocks were always right

The tea was always drank at 1:00 sharp

Her hair was always silk

Her eyes always glistened

Behind her innocent eyes

Was a tired little girl

Tired of a perfect world.

Reviews

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Poor Anna. What a terrible perfect life she has.

[Anand Sehgal]

we all are Jaded of reality ! I feel for her !

[wordman]

and I guess this is reality for some and dreams for others
the princess enjoyed the read