I built her a glass castle
And set her as my queen
And promised her the East and West
And e'r'thing in between.
She placed me on her white cake -
Her Golden Figurine.
It looked like I could do it,
But that's just how it seemed.
I tried to keep my promises.
I did with all my might.
But in the end I failed at that
And proved the hater's right.
The queen's still in her castle,
Her raiment's simply stunning.
She's waiting for her Charming,
But I'm not sure he's coming.
Copyright © Jonathan White | Year Posted 2009