Isolated in her cotton bedsheets
A chill creeps through the open window
Every night, this old friend she meets
As her head falls upon her pillow
The soft whisper that the wind makes
Lulls her into a quiet slumber
And at the stroke of midnight
She'll feel it pull her under
Pretty little girl could've ruled the world
Could've had it her way, could've conquered the sea
But then her doomsday fate unfurled
She became her own worst enemy
Mournful cries and pitiful sighs
Three angels watch from the open door
They watch as she's consumed by lies
Saying, "Pity, she could've been more."
Now it seems like her life's been empty
So incomplete, so frail, so tiring
She'll take the next train from this city...
Then on Heaven's golden wings
Pretty little girl could've ruled the world
Could've had it her way, could've conquered the sea
But then her doomsday fate unfurled
She was her own worst enemy
Pretty little girl, she wanted to fly
She wanted her way, wanted to tame the sea
But now she has to say goodbye
She was her own worst enemy
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Author's Note: What do you think? Any good? I had a tune that went with it...its supposed to be a song, but I'm no songwriter. I just thought this was a pretty good poem to post. My usual style. I wish that I knew a famous singer/songwriter who could help me with this...because I have no vocal/musical talent whatsoever... I hope you enjoyed it, and please leave a review!
-DB-