to my little princesses

precious little diamonds
rolling down our cheeks

this is not how it is suppose to be

but

it is the sad reality

stay strong girls

our hearts
precious as diamonds
fragile as rose petals
red as blood
has no right to hurt

we deserve royalty
and nothing less

it may not be your time
but it will come

we are warriors
ready to conquer the world
we must have emotions
but it would not help
if it is a distraction

your time will come

just water Patience
built Trust
grow a seed of Love
and
add a little of Faith

for now
we shall dwell in the well of hurt
once you're ready
wipe away the pain
take One Last Breathe
tend to the wound

and walk

walk into the room of Change
breathe new fresh air
and continue

if it is Fate
one day
Fate's eyes will be upon you again.

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*don't dwell too long alright*