With eyes downcast
She wrote out the beat of her heart,
And the only way it thundered
Was just for him.

The sweet tattoo of beats in melody
Made her eyes dance when he was around,
And god when he smiled at her
She felt as though she could fly.

But,unlike the fairy-tales she dreamed of
Her dance never had a happy ending,
He always left her standing there reaching out
and the music from her heart ended.

When he took away her music
He was just asking for suicide,
And the real prince was always
Too late to ask for a dance....
 
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