She was the princess to my pauper
her eyes lit up they night sky
with beauty beyond compare
the apple of my eye
she walked with grace and beauty
laughter carried on the wind
I was the fool
and never jumped right in
how could I be afraid
I believed yet here I am
sitting alone thinking
I wish I was her man
however fate is destined
maybe one day
we never know
until then I'll sit waiting
for something to happen
just waiting
for tomorrow.
©piper_rose
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