She run in pain through the forest,
Crying her eyes out; a damsel in distress.
How painful it is that what she saw,
Her supposed to be knight in-shining-armor was just in tinfoil, simple and raw.
He betrayed her,
He loved another.
He was only working for the witch,
Poor cinderelly, curse plus worst way they teach.
She sob and sob.
Hoping to wash it all away.
The prince run behind her trying to apologize anyway.
Her pure heart decided to speak already,
Even though she'll die after, she knew she's contented like ever be.
Right then she started the letters,
Soft and whispery, she uttered..
YOU ARE READING
do not
Poesíai can make them believe my words. but i can't convince myself to believe in mine.
