The flower sat gently beside her,
she glanced at it quickly but turned...

I am writing this poem in the Prince's point of...
The rain pours down hard on my armor...

I was such a fool,
to let you walk away...

I look down the road of white snow,
a path so clear of pain and hate...

I stare at the nearly finished book,
almost sad that I've gone through it so fast...

I just need you to sing,
let me hear the voice...

-Story
I was inspired to write when I saw a picture of a...

I wasn't thinking,
it was wrong, so foolish...

A feeling of complete bitter disgust,
almost crawling up my spine...

It's like staring at a blank paper
when you stare at your muddled life...

The tears rolled down as she watched him leave,
her heart was broken, betrayed and deceived...

I'll hold your hand,
as we lace our lips...