The child dreamed
dreamed of life as a princess
with a tiara
that sparkled of a thousand gems
a pretty lilac dress
that flowed onto the ground with elegance
Her wispy brown hair
encased her lively face
and sparkling eyes
every time she talked of life
life as a princess
everyone around her would become saddened
and said "foolish girl"
Day after day she dreamed
even as her skin became deathly pale
and her hair clumped to her face
that would scrunch up in pain
as sweat trickled down her forehead
and her breathing became labored
But the foolish child still dreamed of a life
life as a princess
but even with dreams
reality came hard
as her heart finally gave up
and mourning relatives gathered around her grave
Hope you guys loved this little bit of sadness, originally it wasn't supposed to be this sad, but you know, you go with the flow. : )
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