This kind of girl

Why would a prince kiss this kind of girl like if she was a princess,
Like if she was the most beautiful, the tenderest flower in the land, in the seas?

I let you see me not even naked or in the raw, but skinless,
When you asked me to share my demons of which I thought as a disease.

Why would a prince listen so patiently and mindfully to this-kind-of-girl's story
As if it was the most important, the most significant thing on the ground, in the skies?
Why would this starry, but ordinary night fill up with trust, bliss, and glory?
Why would this-kind-of-girl put out all her dirty little secrets, her dark sides just to see the disgust in his eyes?

I bet you knew I was trying to catch you on hypocrisy! Then why would you look at me in such a discerning but gentle way?
The way that made me feel like my past and this-kind-of-me were forever erased,
Like there was only a fairy tale, like there was only today...

Because the prince never put his hands lower this-kind-of-girl's waist (!);
Because he showed her the way she deserves to be treated!

I'm writing this letter not because I'm in love, but because I'm grateful.
At this period of my life, the respect was the one thing I really needed.
Since then I don't let anyone treat me like I'm accidental. I'm not able,

I'm just not able to do this
After I (as if I was Sleeping Beauty) have had my waking-up-kiss...







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