leo_on_fire
Knowflake Posts: 151
From: Heiskell, TN 37754
Registered: Dec 2004
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posted July 28, 2005 01:04 AM
 
In this tale I am the wicked one
the one that tries to steal your sun.
I am the one with the bad apple
for which you will fight and grapple.
Never really knowing of the poison inside
until its much to late to run and hide.
In my story, I'm the damsel in distress.
never knowing where to turn..right or left?
Place your trust in me and you will fail
for I am the unworthy one to hear them tell.
Listen to my voice, it will make you sleep
and from you, I won't hear a peep.
In my fairytale, I'm the bad witch
and in reality I don't know which is which.
A story with so many twists and turns
all I know is that all I do is burn.
Makes no sense to me for you to go
and your reasons aren't mine to know.
So that leaves my imagination running wild
again like I was just a child.
In my story book fantasy, I am the evil girl
that pulls hair and who's fury did unfurl.
Maybe I was wrong, but how was I to know
in all of this you were hurt more than so.
I never heard a word whispered in my tale
to tell me that life went from bad to hell.
In this single tale, it had almost died
and what did I do but talk and I cried.
I can't take it back whatever I did bad
because it only proves everything to be sad.
Take my words now for what they are worth
take them to heart and go forth.
In all my dreams and fantasies, I never imagined that I could love you forever.
That you and your own little princess would be everything that I want and should.
I can't make an apology in a fairytale
because the evil witch will always fail.
So when you, the prince charming, fight
remember what it was when we were the light.
You are my everything and I never meant to fall and I never meant to hurt you.
In this strange bed time story, I show my all to you and hope you know I never lie.
Of course you know all that I am and will
be but you know how it can be so still.
All I ask is that in this one the wicked can
be forgiven for my transgressions by one man.
I know not if I did wrong, I can only know
what it is my heart tells me and says so.
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love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove.
William Shakespeare
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posted July 28, 2005 02:50 AM
