Princess of the Lost Tower

I think of you when I light candles. It's been just over six years and candles still remind me. Still a princess, still have a prince of your own. I've learned to live without devoting every second to you. I still catch myself thinking about a world where we made it through. A world where I was the prince. It's okay though, I've got my own hero but I'd be lying if I said I don't still look for you in the crowds. It's not so much obsessive as it is protective. The world could crush me down into liquid but I'd still try and hold it off your shoulders. Sometimes I'm hopeful that I'll see that little glimmer of love you had for me. I know I still can't afford much but I'd gladly share my honey stick with you. As always, if you ever need me, I'm still in the same place. And my room will spell like candles.