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Post by HIMA on Aug 15, 2012 7:54:02 GMT -8
She was told a story Wednesday last Of fire and heroes and pretty princesses She was listening to a prayer Wednesday last Of lost dreams, hopes and clipped fairy wings
She asked a question Wednesday last Questioning the princess' sorry, sorry fate And she was answered immediately Wednesday last With nothing but a sad smile and a cruel wave
She waited for him Wednesday last As the air grew heavy and the sky grew dark She then collapsed again Wednesday last Plagued by despair and weighted by sadness
"Did you know did you know she left Wednesday last?" Took off in her sleep they said, what a shame, a shame She almost fell off her bed Wednesday last Apparently that dream was too much, too vivid
"She's got wings," she said, "I swear, I swear!" Made of new glass, old bones and dark blood "What happened to her?" You'd ask, curious And the boy would smile sadly as if it's a curse
That story was too real, that's all it was What a sad ending to a tale so sweet Her heart was his, but he insisted That he received nothing but thin air and paper
This is the end and maybe the start As the boy wove more tales of late You'd ask if he's sorry, haha, as if! Busy weaving the web and the ink
He'd think back to the times he ripped Page after page of monotonous writing He wanted to fly, but boys can't fly So he'd let balloons ago instead
He was being nice, not cruel He was watching the birds fly by He was being nice, not cruel He shot a bird right out of the sky
"If I can't fly, then" "So can't you."
idk what to label this this is not poetry this is gibberish k, good, k
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Post by THE TRUE JIN on Aug 16, 2012 16:46:30 GMT -8
updated + 20 points. Please update your points tracker.
Loss of innocence is always a good thing to write about imo.
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