Her smile was as bright as can be.
She shared her freindship with me.
Never did she tilt her head down.
For fear of loosing her crown.
I loved being in her presence.
Yet I felt like one of the peasants.
I faded into the background.
No one seemed to know I was around.
With each passing day I disappeared a little more.
I begin to feel worse than I did before.
The tears begin to flow.
My pain begins to grow.
This freindship is slowly killing me.
No one hears my pleas.
I begin to cry.
My heart can no longer fly.
I am now dead inside.
Now I can't be happy no matter how hard I try.
When I close my eyes the pain comes back.
I fear I'm slowly loosing track.
That I may never come back.
