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You kissed my hand like prince charming, though your smile was crooked.
You led me to the floor
where we melted into a waltz.
Our feet moved together
in a special harmony
as fair maidens looked on
in jealous stupors.
But midnight came
and I was no longer a princess,
and you shattered the glass slipper.
Glass Slipper
Reflections
Who do I see in the still water below,
is it me or a person that I do not know?
Is the beauty that others see on my face
Caked in colours and never a smile
While a black tear rolls down leaving a trace?
Is the warrior that I long to be
The tough one that stands up for those in need
While I hide away controlled by fear?
Is it the lover that nobody knows
The one whose heart is so full of love
But with no one to give it to or have return
Who am I really, what does it mean to be me?
Who is this girl that I see?
Majesty
I am but a prince blinded by thorns, crying tears that leave rust coloured stains for I cannot see my beloved princess no more.
I am but a king silenced by knife, screaming voiceless pleas to hold my queen once again
I am but a lonesome man corroded by the dust of my kingdom, wandering the cobblestone alone in search for new eyes and a new heart for my empty soul
Just Right
I have been searching, for a long time,
for the perfect one.
The first was too fierce,
scalding my tongue with his fiery words
till I was rendered a blistery silence.
The second too cold,
freezing my heart and my head with his
chilling silence and icy spirit.
The third too hardened,
unfeeling and unwilling to open his heart.
I left before I shattered myself into
speckles of jaded splinters.
The fourth too soft,
too untouched by the world that I
crushed his fortress of innocence.
I now return home, from my failed adventure, to seek refuge in the one place that was always just right: with myself, a warm bowl of porridge and the most comfortable bed.
Neverland
I want to live my childhood again.
No,
I want to live a hundred childhoods,
all but my own.
I want a different story
and different characters,
I want to never face the terrors
of the grown up world.
Peter Pan had the right idea,
to fly away to a land so far
where mermaids and pirates
were friend and foe.
Not bitchy preteens with hidden agendas
or the suffocation of entitled adults.
No wondering whether my friends
were really friends,
no growing up and realizing they weren’t.
I want to fly to Neverland,
away from the memories of young,
with the liberty to live a thousand childhoods
All but one.
Climb the Tower
Oh Rapunzel, let down your hair,
let me into your fortress so dark.
Please Rapunzel, I'll show you I care,
let me embrace you in my arms.
No Rapunzel, I love you I swear,
don't let go now.
Stop Rapunzel, I'm almost there,
don't you brandish that knife.
Quick Rapunzel, give me your hand,
I will fall from you if you don’t.
Why Rapunzel, my heart was yours,
why did you cut your hair?
Beauty Sleep
This is all but a dream. A blissful figment of my imagination, a twisted nightmare of my subconscious. A reality of fiction that cannot hurt me no matter how much pain I feel. It makes no sense, dreams never do, constantly changing the story from one to another without a proper closure of each chapter. I tell myself to wake up, to take control of my untamable mind, to create the dream I want to live.
But it hurts to pinch myself.
I have been sleeping for a hundred years yet my eyes were never shut. I feel the pin prick yet there is no scar. My body moves yet I am paralysed, my will too weak to move more than my eyes. My heart riots, my breathing too rapid for sleep, when will I wake up from my wakeful slumber? Where is my brave prince to kiss me awake from this nightmare? Why are my eyes not shut?