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A lady cloaked in mystery
Flowing hair as dark as ebony
The most amazing smile I've ever seen
I ask the beauty if she would dance with me
Behind her mask I manage to see
Her dazzling eyes staring back at me
Soothing like twilight's soft serenade
We dance past midnight in this masquerade
Time slows down and our eyes meet
Tempt beckoning to her lips so sweet
Caught in a moment of tender bliss
We move in closer and almost kiss
The clock suddenly strikes one
The kiss ended before it's begun
I watch as she runs for the chimes
My Cinderella, disappeared into the night
Flowing hair as dark as ebony
The most amazing smile I've ever seen
I ask the beauty if she would dance with me
Behind her mask I manage to see
Her dazzling eyes staring back at me
Soothing like twilight's soft serenade
We dance past midnight in this masquerade
Time slows down and our eyes meet
Tempt beckoning to her lips so sweet
Caught in a moment of tender bliss
We move in closer and almost kiss
The clock suddenly strikes one
The kiss ended before it's begun
I watch as she runs for the chimes
My Cinderella, disappeared into the night
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A heart is contained
In many expressions.
Some nice,
Some warm,
Some loving,
Some kind,
Some uplifting,
Some strong.
Where is your heart?
Is it beating like a drum?
Is it worn on your sleeve?
Is it racing faster than ever?
Is it climbing in your chest?
Is it full for once?
Is it shown proudly?
Is it any of those things?
No, it's something different.Something I didn't expect.
It's not nice,
It's not warm,
It's not loving,
It's not kind,
It's not uplifting,
It's not strong.
It's on the ground,
Oozing out a pool of blood.
There's a hole in your chest
From where it's been ripped.
It's been beaten and trampled,
Abused by those you trusted.
It's
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Untitled: Love is a feeling not a definition
Love...
That raw emotion that poets dare to frolic with
That magical commodity that fable tellers dare to mangle with
That filler of voids that we individuals strive to understand
As we walk down life's foot path searching tirelessly for someone to grasp our open hand
For some, love is merely a word blended into this achromatic world in black and white
Perishing in the gutter alongside with our homeless hopes and our banished dreams lying out of sight
For some, love is more frightening than pain, than misery, than death
They learn to fear the angel bearing crimson heart shaped arrows rather than the reaper of souls, the agent of death.
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There was something of the night, she would say, which had always frightened her.
It wasn't the moonless shadows or the strange prolixity of sounds, but the way the skyline would shatter just beyond the city's crest, as if proving to her childish mind that nothing is truly limitless. Not even the sky.
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Experimenting with the whole lovey-dovey thing. Remind me to not do that again (even though I probably will) because the whole cliche love thing annoys me.
Basically just me having a try to write a Cinderella story.
Basically just me having a try to write a Cinderella story.
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I wrote a poem about this too xD