Sitting. Watching. Waiting.

I fade beneath the shadows. Doesn't anybody see me?
I grasp with both hands onto a dream. Does my Prince Charming exist?
Will he come riding in on a white horse to rescue me? Does he even realise?
I try running. But end up back where I started.
Brief lapses of reason and I wish it would all just end.
Why doesn't anyone reach out? Why can't they see?

Continually searching for the light. For the means to the ultimate victory.
All I can do is hope. Anticipate for love to overcome all obstacles.
I devotedly pray for him. For his safety and devotion.
Does he even notice me? Not even a little?

Thats the trouble. He barely knows I exist. Whats the point.
Crawl back into the hole? Back to where hearts were intact and smiles genuine?
Do they care how fast I fall? Does he?

Is my heart stronger than this? Stronger than my pride?
I keep getting hurt. Over and over again.
Watching him out of the corner of my eye, seeking his approval.
But he doesn't seem to see me. Doesn't look my way.
So there I am, left alone.

Sitting. Watching. Waiting.

Ally. x