Yet the skies would soon darken;And smoke would fill the air.
This beautifulMorningWould soon become,A night filled with Mourning.
Their sense of security hadCrashed that day;Their safety soon to follow – It had crumbled right before them then,The spaces once there left hollow.
Terror and emptiness swept the cityAnd like a virus rapidly spreading – Revenge,Revenge, Avenge,Revenge,Was all they felt. No pity.
Once was not enough it seemed,As the second hit had blown.Twice would get the message...
it was just last week that the sun -the promising sun,was shining down upon them.
it was just three days ago that the clouds-those unforgiving clouds,began to cover their light,their innocent light.
it was just yesterday that the rain-the painful rain,poured over their pieces,their left-over pieces.
it was just before that the lightening-the desperate lightening,blazed back a spark...
but I'm not a princess,in fact I'm far from it.
I'm illogical, over sensitive and I don't believe in sharing,I can be mean, unforgiving and the opposite of caring.I find that often times people annoy me, more than not.I'm a rebel at heart and could care less if I got caught.
so if I'm not a princesswhy look for a prince?the search should not be mineif anything it should be his.
but he's not a prince...
He discovered what life without her was like.She was already gone.
He still cries.