She still believes she can’t escape her fate.
Don’t mention pointy things or she will faint.
No paper clips, no needles and no pins,
She falls apart before a thing that spins.
They say, like all princesses she's too precious.
They think she has no worries and no pressures.
If knitting is deadly and sewing is worse,
It’s time to shake off the ridiculous curse.
A rose of a lifetime, no place for a thorn?
It’s never the case from the day you are born.
So go for the brambles around you and face
The worst of your fears, cut to the chase,
Be sharp – what’s the point if you’re sunk in the couch?
Embrace every ouch.
He may not look it but he’s still her prince.
He doesn’t come to rescue her - he sprints.
Forever waiting in the wings with his
Unfailing simple remedy - a kiss.
They say he’s too protective, always keeping
An eye on her and her erratic sleeping.
If sleep is a trip in the roughest of seas,
It’s time to move on from the old prophecies.
A rose of a lifetime, no place for a thorn?
It’s never the case from the day you are born.
So go for the brambles around you and face
The worst of your fears, cut to the chase,
Be sharp – what’s the point if you’re sunk in the couch?
Embrace every ouch.
Illustration: Nadezhda Illarionova