The prince was holding a gun to the princesses head.
She screamed loud in pure fear
She screamed that he should save her from her misery.
The prince looked at her with a jolly smile.
He put the gun down slowly and gentle.
And just looked at her with true love in his eyes.
The Princess is now just a Memory of dust.
Her soul another turn has went.
A different shade made of scars and tears.
She left him broken and empty.
He had lacerated her inside and taken her pride
Now the prince have been gone for quite a wile.
But he have never really leaved.
Mycket kärlek ♡