A princess is locked up in a castle up high,
Her story is dependent on a knight but ask why.
Guarded by a dragon that feeds on the fear,
Of those who claim worth of an angel so fair.
She rises with the sun just to escape her own fate,
But with efforts so fruitless her heart fills with hate.
With days of disappointment she's forced to just wait,
For Prince Charming who's fated to ride through the gate.
As her hair blows gracefully in the morning wind,
She wonders if her soul is surely worth the bid.
If the blood on her hands was worth the hustle,
As she waited in this prison the tales call a castle.
The stories you narrate are never complete,
You keep a blind eye and fail to admit.
You lean on the part your hearts feel safe,
And ignore the lives of the fallen brave.
You don't reveal the slowly growing pain,
Of the princess in black crying in the rain.
Doomed to hell by the drowning curse,
To wait for the day when this nightmare will pass.
YOU ARE READING
TALK ABOUT LIFE
PoetryJust a girl trying to incorporate her feelings, thoughts and a little of what she has experienced into writing. All it takes is for you to think about things just a bit differently.
