The Inside

Locked inside a tower, Far, Far away

She waited impatiently, For her prince to come

It was a summer night, And the stars were young

She sat on the balcony, Looking into the hills

Maybe just to see him, just a glance

Of him riding his white steed, coming on horse back

She paced back and forth, questioning her sanity

Was he really gonna come, or was this all a dream?

She sat on her bed, playing with her hair

And heard a knock on her window, her prince was there!

She quickly got up, just to see

But her prince wasn't the man, she thought he'd be

He was big and round, with small shiny eyes

And she instantly fell in love, to her suprise

She told her children, later on in life

That its not the looks, but its the inside.

 

Author's Note

This poem reminded me of Shrek,lol.

Reviews

[deeps]

Awesome write!
So true too, It's the inside that matters the most!
I guess it could remind you of Shrek.
I like that show I thought It was cute.
I kinda liked Donkey! He was hilliriaous!
The show does have a meaning to it.
In which is "Acceptance" Nevre judge a book by it's cover.
Like your write here. Very nicely done and wonderful flow!

[Silera Martin]

Omg i really love this poem. It so true that whats inside is what counts. I also like at the ending where she is telling her kids a very important lesson in life. :)

[A.M. Everlasting]

Aww :) I love this! It's so sweet.
I like the twist to this. We all expect her really handsome, cliche prince to come in and sweep her off her feet, taking her away to far away places. Instead, we get the reality spin to it. All that matters is personality...or what's on "the inside". :) Haha! Shrek! I didnt even think of that until later!

[Krazy On The Outside]

That was exactly what I thought of when I read it!
I liked it and it really is true!
It doesn't matter about the outside but on the inside!