No more light to guide her path,
what happens when she thinks you don't really see her anymore, she doesn't get the feeling where you get that wonderful magical spark.
what happens when a little princess with dreams of meeting her prince, what happens when she gets older and figures out that she failed and that shes not perfect. shes just like everyone else. hair the color of fall leaves, eyes as intense as the morning sun, never understands when people tell her shes wrong. down on one knee pleading for life to get easier.where ever she goes another smile is put on someone's face, whenever she cry's someones heart brakes, whenever shes angry a thunder storm come. she wakes up in the morning and still never really realizes that no matter what her life was not a failure.
this poem is about me its hard to explain but you'll see in part two
