 | She is the princess,
And before them all,
She stands.
Out of the crowd,
She glows.
With her own simple light.
Her beauty.
Her Soul.
She illuminates amongst them,
With her smile.
It has taken him.
That smile.
Capturing his breath of life.
It enslaved his soul.
His heart breathed for her each day.
But she didn't know.
She didn't know that the young man,
Who sits quietly everyday.
Who wears black and nothing but black.
With dark long hair and nose rings,
She was afraid of him,
But still,
She didn't know,
That he was enamored by her.
She was only aware
Of the people around her.
Telling her what to do.
Letting them live her life,
Just so she could wear the crown.
Her crown.
Her imaginary power.
But there came a time,
When she was tricked.
Played with.
Deceived.
Double Crossed.
No matter how I say it,
She only ended up crying.
Tears dwelling.
Gems of sadness,
Falling from her eyes.
The eyes of brown amber with golden lines and rays.
Eyes that he cannot bear to see cry.
She succumbed to her downfall.
Letting herself relinquish in disconcertment.
But she felt hands.
Soft strong hands saving her.
Supporting her.
A voice telling her to live one more time.
To stop her from throwing away precious life.
He gave her a crown she was worth having.
A crown no one else could have.
Because through his eyes,
She is his princess.
His princess with the sweet smile,
And the eyes of brown amber,
She is the princess again,
And without them all,
She stands.
Out of the dark crowd.
She glows.
With light given by him.
But she still doesn't know.
That through his eyes,
She was a princess.
It was only through his eyes.
And she still doesn't know. |  |
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