She couldn't afford a crystal shoe,
But that didn't make her love untrue.
And eventhough she never got her happily ever after,
Heck, she didn't even get her first chapter.
She was always so free,
And that made her a princess to me.
YOU ARE READING
It's a journal
Poetry''Instead of blades, I use pens, but it is still my blood covering the pages.'' Comment or like if I have helped or inspired you. Also if you are having trouble or you are feeling down, Feel free to talk to me. I might not be able to take the pain...
