i am this fairy tale princess, stuck inside a prison... My prince is searching outside. but he cant find the door... and i cant find d door too...and we are miles apart...of values, of ideals, of morals.but still he is my prince..or is he? y did we meet..to feel d pain.. to know d thorn, to hear the thunder..
but the butterflies in my stomach were true..d touch was warm and true..d brush of his lips against my skin was true..d feel of his fingers were true..but only d love..only tat..
i used to feel it is der..tat it existed der, his love for me, somthing tat i could touch, take in my hands and see...a white, pearl like thing, so beautiful..but it melts away the next moment..so i wanted to catch it, caress it..hold it...feel it..nd safekeep it..but tomorrow to think he wont be der..to find the void...to see the bubble bursting..
heart aches..pain..blood..wound..tears..no, not tears..weakness is not wat is needed now..strength..i want strength..
i wanted to be beautiful, silk skinned, golden haired..he was handsome, i loved to look into his eyes, those eyes wid beautiful eyelashes..those beautiful things which curled around his dark brown eyes..everything, everything was bright and blue..except, except the truth of the love..how will i know, how will i be sure? the heart that i so wanted to caress, i wanted to open it up and see, like a cruel lioness who would cut the skin and suck the blood out..but only, only to know..that this love was true, that it was written, engraved somewhere deep in his heart...to know that he wished to be mine...only for that..
but does anything pains more than that? the love, unsaid, only felt? souveniers weren't needed..but, love, for that, i wanted his word..only the word...and the truth..
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So, did you get the word? ;)
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