Every story started
With a "Once Upon a Time"
A kiss to end
It's a Happy Ever After,
isn't it sublime?
A prince and a princess,
or two souls from the same star;
Upon meeting, each other did they miss
Only three words to keep
only a moment of bliss.
To shake off the hatred,
and put in the divine.
He simply gazed at her;
A fiery apparition, dreadful, beautiful
other-worldly in a dress of lime.
So and so, in the name of Love
Cupid's arrow;
Could say it was a wasted thing
Falling from the skies above,
Disaster will soon follow.
Dear boy, from the steps of high,
Grey clouds hiding a summer sky.
This ending, did you know it by
The hurt of this world, words to suffer
Did you think you could fly?
You let her know,
And you think she felt like it was just a show;
An elaborate veil of trickery
Interchangeable as a river's flow
No matter what else, it hit you like a blow.
But if you only knew, dear boy
The love she harbored like hidden, sweetened wine.
Too much would **** her, but to taste it is too fine.
Enough to counter fallacies or lies, a truth over too many tries,
But you already left without knowing the signs.
She loved you, but only if she enough knew.
The monstrous hurt, the peace too few.
Things that haunted your head at night,
That kept you from people, out of sight,
She tried to keep you safe, but now you've taken flight.
You're gone, she's not alright;
Your passing is a daily visitor in her sleepless nights.
You could have still been her everything,
If not for the dangers her being with you posed.
She should have, she could have; now you're just a ghost.
The crazy things we do for Love:
Not only to defy an inferno,
But even to curse the heavens above.
But when it's Life and its traditions coming to cut the thread
There's only little time left until the feelings are dead.
Dying until there's something to save it;
A raging fire falling into embers to ashes,
Waiting for Love and its holy answers.
Hope is like a thunderous night on the prow of a ship,
being broken and tested through a tempest.
But that ship's broken; she's barely survived,
The anchor's gone, the fires aren't alive.
She's the hollow of one; Pan's spectre floating in the moonlight.
There wasn't anything else to keep those eyes bright,
Only a silhouette of what you could have been; a rare and beautiful, fleeting sight.
If Alice only knew, but, unchangeable, this is now your fate.
If she only knew how quick this would take you.
Protection over something loved could **** too;
If she only knew what thing else to do,
To show love, to hold you, but now you're gone and it's too late.