Knowing the Prince she so often dreamed about would never save her, because he did not even know of her existence.
He met a beautiful but spoiled princess during the ball and married her. But they had an unhappy, marriage which resulted in a divorce and nearly caused a war between the two nations.
Meanwhile Cinderella fantasized about him saving her from the clutches of her evil step mother every night. She never ever met her Prince Charming because the Fairy God Mother never existed, it was all just a dream.
I meant not insult to your lovely photo my dear, I see a thousand meaning in the picture but do not believe I have the proper vocabulary to to define it, I do hope this at least scratches the surface.
~She Complains~ No more stargazing she cries No reason to even look up To the heavens more Since the moon no longer shines All the stars went out I am aware of the company of the rainbow Since everyday now dressed up in blue I can’t look at it anymore It lost its magical themes Since the pot of gold is being gone The place that was warm fluffy and cozy Is now a frozen life sucking black hole Pressures of a butcher’s knife Slicing to the core of my tender heart Are the notes bounced of the strings Of this lamenting blues guitar Even the birds moan the blues Since the sun lost its warmth Please hear my complaints Hear the crying of a drawing memory Hear the sounds of my tear drop Hitting the pavement of your heart
~She Complains~
No more stargazing she cries
No reason to even look up
To the heavens more
Since the moon no longer shines
All the stars went out
I am aware of the company of the rainbow
Since everyday now dressed up in blue
I can’t look at it anymore
It lost its magical themes
Since the pot of gold is being gone
The place that was warm fluffy and cozy
Is now a frozen life sucking black hole
Pressures of a butcher’s knife
Slicing to the core of my tender heart
Are the notes bounced of the strings
Of this lamenting blues guitar
Even the birds moan the blues
Since the sun lost its warmth
Please hear my complaints
Hear the crying of a drawing memory
Hear the sounds of my tear drop
Hitting the pavement of your heart
By~Pierre Chamblin