Now I Am the Evil Queen

When I was young I had pretty dreams
But seldom are things the way that they seem.
Visions of a handsome prince, on a dark horse
With kindness, and wisdom, who loved me (of course).

I found him, he loves me, he believes in my heart
I work, and I smile, try playing the part-
I hide from my prince, my hero, my knight
So as not to make him aware of my plight.

I honestly do try, and don’t comprehend
Why my pain and soulsickness still have no end.
How does he remain so steadfast and true
When he can’t really help me, knows not what to do?

Here I am trying to make myself worth
All the trouble he’s been through since he learned of my birth.
Still he holds on and emboldens my fight-
In my mind I know he deserves better (it’s not right).

He keeps on with the saving, and trying so hard
He really must love me, because you can’t disregard
The fact that a prince rescues royalty, and see?
My poor prince sought his equal, and found only me.

I’ll keep on trying, and pretending and then
It’s possible there will come a time when
I will deserve him and hold my head high
Until then I wait, still living a lie.

But because I love him with all of my soul,
keeping this secret must remain my goal
So he doesn’t give way, because then we would part
And he would be gone, taking with him my heart.

-sll
2/20/2015
7:51 pm