With a broken heart,
I watch her march,
around with him,
like he is a toy.
He looks so sad,
I broke his heart,
So he broke mine,
By taking her to the ball.
I watch my prince,
dance with my evil step-mother,
yet there is nothing I can do.
I don’t have a Fairy Godmother,
And this ways my fault,
I destroyed a perfect heart.
With something so selfish.
Something so useless.
I wanted to help him heal,
Instead I dug my nails deeper,
into the wound,
He won’t forgive me,
I can’t forgive me.
I love him,
And I broke his heart.
To bad it was his fault.
For getting her pregnant...
♥MysteryRaeWorks
