Waiting

She's waiting,
All alone,
Holding the poison vial.
The broken princess,
Hoping
That her prince
Will magically come along.
That he'll stop her from this death,
And pledge his love.
Erase her problems
And carry her away.
But no prince is around,
No far away sound of a white steed.
And she's still waiting,
All alone.

By Beth
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