I Ask Myself Why

Belle of the ball
this night was I
In the decorated hall
my beauty they cry

A princess I felt
among them I walked
At praises I melt
and in whispers talked

The night so grand
thought it a dream
I don’t understand
when it didn’t seem

To all be pretend
at least by you
At the ball’s end
you say we’re through

Now I wander around
I’m in the dark
’cause I haven’t found
when we lost the spark

And I ask myself why
you’d to this to me
as I walk and cry
the tears you won’t see

Now I must stand
all on my own
on my feet to land
that my strength be shown!

Teresa Marie   9/5/11