|A Lost Fairytale|
A lass on her white gown,
a perfect dress for a perfect wedding,
with her prince so charming,
besides her, holding a ring.
The sounds of "I do" could be heard,
from the lips of these lovebirds,
but there eyes just can't meet,
something that made a gap in between.
A night that was suppose to be full of love,
would be the night of endless sorrows,
cause she entangles him in such a thorny embrace,
but he breaks free and would return to her no more.
Yes he is there, blinding her with his smile again,
but his eyes would always tell the truth,
that he is her prince charming, but she is his witch,
and that would be forever be tainted.
Eyes closed as she moves around,
hoping that he would realize,
that she's the one and the only one,
but hoping would never be fine.
Must she accept the truth,
that no matter how beautiful a bride she can be,
the heart that she owns must be set free,
but if she does, would she be able to move again?
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