I have never been loved, well not by someone I wanted to be loved by,
always sat in the corner,
not daring to show,
the love that was inside,
as i got older,
i grew darker,
my heart becoming colder.
one day they say my prince will come,
but that was only a dream,
a dream that would never come true,
all i wanted in life was to be loved,
loved by no one particularly special,
but a God to me.
one windy winters day i awoke,
and decided that was it,
i changed my look,
i changed my my life,
i wanted to be loved,
that very day the Lord had found me,
and made my dream come true,
that my prince in not not shining armour,
but a jumper and a pair of jeans,
we talked about music and things that we liked,
and we took if from there,
my prince has come and now im happy,
never wanting to change,
but dreading the day when this would end,
and i will be alone
alone in the corner
growing darker all day
my heart now breaking
