Born To Be... Poem by Bella Ravenstar

She is so beautiful
She is graceful and poised
Her ettique is flawless
Her words so polished
Her carriage perfect
She adorns elegant seeping jewels
Her attire elegant couture
She adores old fashioned fancies
And fine cusine
Yet there is one thing
She was born a normal life
When she was made to be queen
She lives a boring life
She longs to be at royal balls
But there are less fancy proms instead
She loves to wear extrvagant gowns
But the stores carry more simple ones instead
She was made to sit on a royal throne
But all she has is a simple chair
She was born to lead
Yet she forced to follow
She is bored of the simple atmosphere
She longs the life of a queen
She longs for a prince
But they're all toads
Not worthy of her kiss
She wants to wear exquisite crowns
But no where to wear them
How unfortunate of fate
To place a girl made to be queen
In the role of a peasant life
Like clashing stripes with polka dots
She is shunned for her personality
People green with envy
She is so lonely
Yet she doesn't know
She is meant to be queen somewhere
Her palace is waiting
Her crown and throne
All gowns slender
A king waits to
For her return
And start a royal life
That she deserved
But for now she waits
Until the end