She's trapped. Worse than Beauty and the Beast. The town folks rush in to save her, but she is under his spell. Not with love, but with fear. She can't see past the castle. All she knows is the dungeon. I tried to save her. I gave her my confidence, my assurance. But all she saw was the darkness. She can't see the lamp I am holding Because she's not use to the light. The petals have fallen off the rose long ago And the monster is her home now. What do I do when the princess is confused? What do I do to convince her That her world is bigger than, "yes, sir"? I feel I have tried my best. So fuck all the rest. There is nothing more I can do But wait for her to say, "me too."

Absolutely love your poem! 💖 ‘Beauty and the Beast’ will always be remembered in the people’s hearts because the tale originally written by Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve and then produced by Disney has got a message that is so wonderful and powerful! I would like to reply with this one: https://ignisliterature.wordpress.com/2020/02/27/beauty-and-the-beast-by-illspk/
Have a nice day! 😀
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