Maybe I’m just like Belle,
Looking into the eyes of the angry, frightening Beast,
Whom everyone in the village wants to put to sleep
Yet all I can see in you is
They say I’ve just pricked my finger with the thorns of the forbidden rose
You’ve held captive, and claim as your own.
I long to pry it out of your hands,
To give your heart a rest.
Let me take the burden.
Let the villagers trample me
While you collect yourself in your castle.
Take as long as you need;
I know it could be forever.
But I refuse to give up on you.
I know I’m not guaranteed a happy ending,
But that’s okay.
I just need you to be.