Well i guess this is to you tigerlilly, you inspirered me to write this.

The Life of a Princess

Like a princess locked in a tower,
I have nothing else to do but cower.
My days are filled with nothing to do,
but sing about birds saying ca coo.
I may weep and willow, on top of my pillow.
Though no good of it will come to me.
There are no pictures for me to see,
nor any windows in this dark room.
There lays a wooden broom,
in the puddle by the fire.
There is a tier,
in my eyes,
for i can't see the sun rise.
A life of nothing without hope,
to life i almost can't even cope.
This is my fate,
which I do hate.
But here's where I'll stay
for the rest of my days.

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now I was wondering if i should finish this one?

A lonly corner, where an old man sleeps.
I walk away, as I weep.
I run from the past and go way to fast
To the street as I fall off my feet.
A car is rushing twords me
I heave a sigh in relief.
For my life is now coming to an end.