Incomplete

Incomplete

by: missbeenaroundtheworld

 

She once stood with glassy eyes

Open-mouthed and staring at the bright and flashy lights

And whispered her good-byes

To the stage that brought her delight.

 

Enchanted was she at the notion

Of a magical potion

That life could be a fairytale,

That her life would be a heroic tale.

 

Yet something inside of the little one on the throne

Must have known perchance on her own

Something was missing, perhaps sweetness and light,

And the iridescent stage was gone from sight.