Gothic Princess

He watched her walk away;
a black hood bouncing through the crowd.
His gothic princess;
cold as stone.

Full of pain and sorrow;
with nowhere left to run.
His gothic princess, leaves him for just another sun.
I watch quiet, silent with all the unsaid words;
and still I watch another;
gothic princess walk alone.

I dream of this encounter;
and all the unsaid words/feelings/love.
I couldn't bear to speak, of those who can't believe in love.

I sat and stared for hours;
wondering, why not run after your own gothic princess;
when she walks away, alone?

I searched the dark for answers;
but finding none at last.
So I ask you this question;
in hope of the answer.
Who's your gothic princess
And don't ever let her go.