A story is a story..
All these years mark on my face.
The eyes that will change on my face
And tell others that I have been here for a while.
But no one knows my story.
Because I do not have anyone to tell to.
Oh, how I wish to tell about me
The princess whom strikes all the men down with just a smile.
That the sight of me makes them fall on there knees.
But whom could I