a sad fairytale

the sun shines its truest beauty

with her eyes closed, she cannot see

as she sits by the lake in recollection

in her pink, flowing gown

the words echo in her head

‘you are my princess’ he said

‘I promise not to leave your side

and soon you will become my bride’

time passed as she waits still

to a lovely promise she holds dear

as she puts her tiara to her heart

‘where are you my prince…

and the promise to never part?’

the moon shines its truest beauty

with her eyes closed, she cannot see

as she sits by the lake in recollection

in her pink, flowing gown

her fate sits with her

as she waits for her prince charming to come