Discontinued youth..

Once upon a time there was a princess who lived with a prince in castle in a far away land..

Lips a blush of pink.. Sometimes Bright red with a dabble of lipstick that suited her like a second skin..

Light brush of pink across her cheek bones..never had she had the need for a cosmetic blush

Eyes bright.. Either wicked or novel, loving or hateful depending on who you were.. And if you were the prince maybe you'd see, tears there too

Thick, silky gorgeous hair extended down the lengh of her back, stopping just above her bum

Tied into a high ponytail or.. If you knew her after she met her prince,  wild and free curling delicatly because it had been in braid the night before

Finger nails perfectly manicured without needing a salon

Curvy full figure and legs contrasting this theme nicely

Everyone called her a beautiful girl.. But the beautiful girl began to wilt and cry and slowly die

Her pink lips became pale..and a ghostly white.. And the red lipstick wasn't her bold statement..but the only way she could hide away that ghastly fright

Her blush was replaced by a sickly chalk and harsh pink makeup attempted to mask this disturbing fact

No fire existed in her eyes.. No malice, no pleasure.. Just tears and ice

Her hair thinned into an old women's, her best feature, that genetic master piece now nothing but wire

Shame caused her to twist it into a tight shallow bun

Each finger nail although still intact had a bright egg shell spot right in the middle.. A telling sign of a grim by her side

Her curved figure receded to very little.. Revealing a sharp rib cage.. And waist too small.. Arms too thin..and hips too wide

Everyone calls her the Once beautiful girl..the once beautiful girl..wilted and cried and one day..Died