The princess stood in her high tower

  Looking out the wide window

  Tears falling towards the earth

  Like a statue in silence

  Nothing but her heart spoke.

  The dragon circled the tower

  Heart-wrenching cries echoing in the night.

  Its wings hid the moon from the earth

  Its body span wider than the sky

  Shaking like a leaf in front of the silent tears.

  The princess whispered to leave

  The dragon begged to try

  Her shadow left the window

  The wings continued batting

  In steady devastating waves.

  Another night ends

  Another night begins.

  No prince will come, the dragon snarled.

  No prince will come, the princess confessed.

  The tears continued and the whispers didn't falter

  Leave leave leave

  They repeated.

  Never never never

  The dragon chanted in answer.

  Another wall builds

  Another pain is.

  The princess rests on the windowsill.

  She lets her fingers reach towards the sky

  Like the tips of them can caress that cloud of white in ink.

  Never come to me, she whispers with a smile.

  The white cloud shakes and turns

  Gets closer to the tower to rest

  Stops on seeing the fingers longing

  And the eyes pleading.

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  No

  It roars in defiance.

  And the eyes wilt with a fond pain

  My dragon fits the sky.

  The trembling lips breathe

  The sky in your eyes

  The sky in your arms

  The agitated wings insist.

  The princess turns to leave

  Another sleepless night

  Another window draped by a white wing.

  The princess traces the narrow room

  Boxes stacked in one corner

  Closed to not be opened.

  A bed unmade and messy between wide-awake nights

  A window so so wide

  And no door in sight.

  She sighs and closes her eyes

  Another night nears

  Another night nears.

  I can fly us away

  The dragon pleads.

  My sky is yours

  My wings are yours

  The dragon states with a desperate air.

  All it earns it is a fond laugh.

  Some are made for the wide skies

  I am made for the windowsills.

  My dragon is strong

  My dragon is smart

  My dragon's sky is the dragon's alone.

  The princess recites what she always does

  With a serene expression and a dull gaze

  The dragon breaks in another rejection

  And from the shards

  Comes another night.

  The princess's tears water the grounds

  And from the tears, flowers bloom under her sated eyes.

  The princess's room is narrow and her window is wide

  The boxes are closed and they hide

  A door locked

  A door unlocked

  A door to a woman that only ever gets close to window sills.

  The dragon weeps on the tower's high

  And the tears flood the grounds and drown

  The flowers that were meant to bloom.

  The princess gazes up with a small smile

  And whispers to a distraught love

  The sky would be much kinder to you

  Than my heart ever would.

  The weeping rises in misery and sound

  And the princess sighs with the delicacy of another end.

  The flowers bloom

  The flowers drown

  The tears don't stop

  And another night comes.