Memoirs Of Love Lost

He was the son of kings, hope unto prophetic dreams: sunrise at dawn, a soul’s remedy to calm and I was his godess. So could it be reality? Or misconception? I have seen this before; reiteration with indistinct correlation. They were thought to be the sons of kings: reserved personifications, mistaken nobilities. To my surprise, I’m left to find that he’s just a man. So what about dreams? Eventually you wake up. Once my night in shining armor, then his mask came off. Ordinary and typical he is just a man.

~Jeanine Booker

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