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Batool Aug 2015
Locked up in the tower,
she waited
till her last breath
to listen to those magical words
that her prince
was supposed to say
"Rapunzel, Rapunzel !!
let down your hair"
to set her free
to let her love
but destined to die alone
she never got to listen
as nobody ever dared
to speak those words !!
Batool Aug 2015
She was sitting by
her window
in her silent room
watching the moon
and the night sky
the sight made her smile
her smile brighter than
the moon light
she kept her gaze locked
on the full moon
as she willingly
ignored the consequences
The moon's pull raised tides
in her brain
giving her thoughts
a voice
so that they were
noticed by world
and then they
called her
LUNATIC !!
Batool Aug 2015
The moon,
peeking through
my window
raising tides in my mind
urging me to write
your story !!
Batool Aug 2015
All she wanted was to
cry her heart out
but her stubbornness
never allowed her
to shed a single tear
so she changed
her eyes turned into
deep blue oceans
holding their stroms with in
appearing so calm and smooth
her saltish smile
sweeter than honey
never reached her eyes
anymore
her laughter was like
waves smashing
against a glass wall
she reeked sadness
intoxicating millions hearts
who dared to inhale her scent
she was a broken witch
yet they were all under her
everlasting spell !!
Batool Aug 2015
He kissed
the sleeping beauty
to break the sleeping curse
but
she never woke up
as it was never about the kiss
but the
true love ~
Notes (optional)
Batool Aug 2015
She was his cinderella
but he was too blind
to see that,
so
she was left alone
to fight for her life
as
in her story
there was no
fairy godmother !!
Batool Aug 2015
I sometimes feel like ocean
lonely, deep and blue ...
What tomorrow will bring
not having a single clue

whether it will be calm
or if i'll suffer from strom
if moon will raise the tides
or there will no change in form

when people tell their secrets
i listen to their tales
like ocean receive the waters
and help the sailors sail ...

And when i get so tired
i want to talk to friend
like waves come to shore
in a hope that he'll mend

but then realization hits
there is no friend of I
like ocean stands alone
till the day it's dry !!
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