morticiajet

you're princess made of glass has fallen sir, fallen to her demise.
all the admiration and lust you saw, has shriveled in front of your eyes.
she fell up a stone floor, from which she could not repel, and now your icy approach has driven her to hell.

your princess sir, your princess,
is no longer held in high esteem,
she took a course of action that has smashed and broken your dream.
she fell from the pedastool your held her on, strapped in with your ideal.
she fell beacuse in reality, they could not be real.

you watched her glide around on ice,
and longed for her touch,
you where told to aim high sir,
but the pressure was too much.

she fell so far and fell from grace, beacuse you held her so high,
she broke all your expectations and now you've left her to die.