Your awkward shyness, your soundless laugh, your freckled face, and your love for cats—they all make you beautiful.
Your dark brown eyes, no matter how much you smile, always look sad and silence seems to be your way of screaming to be saved.
I want to be the one to rescue you, but god, I am so confused to even make a move.
I feel sorry for myself; I know that I can never be your knight.
Princesses are for princes and we're both wearing our ball gowns.
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