As she lye’s there in her black dress the expression of depression creased on her face..
Her body unbalanced, Her mind not clear.
Her makeup smudged in a form of a tear..
Her lips blushing red long brown hair..
Her eyes closed her lips sewn shut.
She took her last breath,
her heart stopped she took in to much,
her body covered in specs of silver..
glamorous she will always be.
Beautiful even if her eyes are not open to see.
She cannot hear the sound of her mothers voice.
She cannot speak from her blushing red lips.
her hands placed on her chest in the shape of a cross.
Her finger tips to cold to touch.
her body as white as snow
Still even after death she glows.
Her coffin complete glass.. crystal made for a princess
for her beauty to be seen,
Still her father looks at her like a ghost
someone Never to be seen.
So badly she wants to awake,
So badly she wants to drop the rose in her hands,
But inside she’s trapped in angels wings
and devils praise.
She cannot leave.
She is the princess over darkness.
The angel of heaven,
Outside she have everything, But inside….she was missing it all.