She stares passed him lost in a  gaze of sadness 
Sipping her coffee filled with tears 

Life was to be a fairy tail of happiness 
Her life saved by a prince on a white horse of brilliance  

She was just ten 
Now she's twenty something

The slipper never fit and her prince turned out to be a myth that now wears a wife beater 

a fitting name  for his hands as well 

Cigarettes
Booze
Hooker
Are the cologne he chooses to wear

So she dreams as she tends to his dinner

Maybe the dragon  
The thief 
The sinner

Would have treated her like the queen she knows she was born to be

Maybe she is locked in her tower just waiting to be awoken by the fire breathing beast 

that

as a child she was brainwashed into believing was a scaled monster of mayhem

Not her fire breathing purifier swooping his giant wings of terror on his descent to save 

her   

Just in time to hold her tight in his velvet wings of everything