Our Story
You were my once upon a time
Though never my happily ever after.
The prince who awoke me,
When I pricked my finger;
The guy who took me,
To a magical carpet in air.
The prince whom I traded,
My voice for feet;
But never the beast,
That beauty ends up with.
We are a sweet yet bitter,
Graceful disaster.
A fairytale of imagination,
With ink and letters as the sole foundation —no chance of being real.
Yet it was enough for me — it has been.
To be loved by you,
Just in the pieces of my poetry.
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Evanescence (Poetry & Prose)
Poeziethere is so much i want to tell you, yet i have no voice to say. then words came to the rescue, and poetry has it all became. ➿ to all our constants who treated us as temporary ➿ Highest Rank: #6 in Literary & 3 in Short Poetry (tags) #11 in Broken...
