Don't give me stolen sentiments, I'd rather have the wine. Don't paint my paths with fake rose petals, I'm a bitter valentine.

Diamonds are a girls best friend, let's face it you're always broke. You never write me poetry, and its all just one big joke.

That box of chocolates overpriced, it tastes like a cheap *****. All the efforts just a waste, to get in my front door.

Don't buy me flowers that are half dead, I can't stand to watch them waste away. Stupid men love stupid woman, on this stupid day.

Moonlit dreams and candle light, stars that speckle the darkened sky. I fail to count the hours, minutes, as time just passes us by.

Your touch that triggers goosebumps, rise upon my skin. Thoughts that flicker through my mind, as our dance of intimacy is about to begin.

Take my breath and breathe it as your own, inhale my infatuation. I close my eyes and let my mind slip, into this wonderful sensation.

Magnetic bonds to tie us, pulling us to touch. I rise and heat just burns through me, attraction consumes so much.

Passion flares red as we collide, entangled in one another. Through heat and sweat, we cant deny, that we fit perfectly into each other.

It builds and takes hold of me, I am left gasping for air. Fireworks light the way. I lay to rest in your arms, where I forever plan to stay.

The chains have become a part of me, as I lost count of all the years. Endless minutes passed me by, hands to clumsy to catch my tears.

I can't help but know deep inside, that my soul just wastes away. Confined in this solitude, where I was forever put to stay.

Every story has a witch, whose ugly cackle can make you shake. Evil that can't easily be defeated, by true love or a wooden stake. 

Shadows watch me while I sleep, and whisper that I must stay. Hope seems to dim now, with each passing day.

A prince was supposed to rescue me, but age has now set in. Youth has faded beyond the years, the signs of time carved into skin.

Fairy tales did me in, I realized as I step closer towards the drop. Beautifully poised I finally took that leap, knowing it's the only way to make it stop.

Hidden between the heaven and earth, on plump clouds of painted grey. Lays a child of immortal youth, who's eyes shed tears of yesterday.

Small hands that just can't touch, what he hears in the angels song. Hair of gold and cheeks flushed pink, he obediently sings along.

Above our world he watches, sadness written on his boyish face. Never able to escape his fate, or this lonely place.

His sobs are hidden by the wind, his tears fall from endless skies. Ruin is always asking him, why it is he cries.

It spills out in overflow, emotion this holy child can't contain. Dripping forth from above, and comes to us as rain.

Exhausted yet I carry on, boots grind with each heavy step I take. I trudge through bones of fallen men, whose hearts I had to break.

Wings that used to carry me, now lay as a reminder on my back. Haunted by the ghosts of lovers, who once counted all I lack.

The wind whispers names of honorable men, who survived yet I left broken. Names not worthy of my poisoned lips, that have parted but not since spoken.

Beautiful in reflection, but color fails to hide. This heart of frost that beats within, that so long ago shattered inside.

They stand in line and follow me, yet I tell them with regret from the start. If this was a fairytale, I'd be that twisted witch without a heart.

Weeping willows hide the child, that sees beyond this time. Veils and shadows taking shape, within the forefront of her mind.

Her hair is in disarray, she's just woke up from rest. Darkness all around her, heart beat quickens inside her chest.

She lifts her voice to the darkness, and sings to fill it with light. Bursting colors stream forth, pushing back the night.

Home she can't remember, it's begun to fade away. Like erupting colors, the sunrise brings each day.

Clutching her doll to her chest the trees soothe her with song. Wind blows through her hair, and passes hope along.

She is the child of morning, a sign for better days to come. Shining in her innocence, to beckon the rising sun.