• She was the perfect princess.
    Her people adored her,
    Her perents loved her,
    She had the perfect life.
    Maids to tend to her every need,
    Butlers to do her every deed.
    She was kind and fair,
    People knew she would be able to rule someday,
    And make the Kingdom a wonderful place.
    One day, she was out in her rose garden,
    Looking at all the beautiful flowers.
    She picked one rose from every bush,
    For her mother and farther.
    She picked one rose,
    Dropped all the rest,
    And looked at the flower.
    It was a black rose.
    Then, all of a sudden,
    She fell to the ground.
    She cried, for the feelling she felt,
    was like no other she had felt before.
    She had finally noticed what was wrong...
    Why she did not have the perfect life...
    Why she would never have the perfect life...
    Why her life would never be the same...
    Loneliness.