Her Highness of Hurt Hearts

She smiles and walks along.

Singing her song, a very sad song.

It flows from her lips,

and evermore drips,

its sadness onto the world's strong.

They cower from the sorrows they've heard

because the rest of the world has become blurred.

They've grown with too much power

and lived among all flowers

so that now they're spirits are slurred.

What on earth can she do when all they,

the people who spend every day

living and singing,

their songs ever bringing

fake happiness, do never stay?

It's a long road that she walks all alone,

kicking solemnly down the street a stone.

But she will never give in

to all the reckless livin'

because the world of pain is her thorny throne.

There's a beauty in the pain that she fears

and even though it won't last for many years,

she knows that its worth it,

though all the pain to unearth it

will result in a life full of tears.

Author's Note

This is something new, and I don't know how good it is but it's the first time I've tried it.

Reviews

[Cool Girl]

It was wonderful! Amazing job!!!

[Not here]

thanks yous alots :)

[Cool Girl]

Welcome!!!!!!!!!

[Emily]

I love how you started it!
Well done!
You should do more like this!

[Not here]

thanks :) its tough to do but i actually like how it turned out