Margaretta Sackor

Margaretta Sackor Jul 2013

The clock struck 12 and the magic was gone
She rushed out the hands of the prince and ran
She ran and ran leaving a glass slipper behind
Slippers made of the clearest, most gentle piece of glass
The magic had disappeared and all that was left were the rags she belonged in
But you all know how the story ends, HAPPY, as always

But where's my happy ending?
Where's my fairytale?
Where's my moment?

Is that why I'm clenching so hard
so hard to this fantasy
this dream of ours
When will I get to dance with all eyes on me
When will my moment arrive
Is that the reason why I'm holding onto this
this untold fairytale love story of ours

I want so hard to believe that one day
Just one day, I'll have my Cinderella moment
When will we dance...hand in hand til the clock strikes 12
I wonder if that's why I'm hanging onto this endless love story of ours

Sometimes I feel like I only keep you around just to not be alone
I want this fairytale love to be true
I want my Cinderella moment

Margaretta Sackor Jul 2013

The Four Seasons of My Heart

Warm breeze breathes through the air as the summer leaves. Slowly rust and turn to a hideous yellow and suddenly the warm air that once existed now turned to a cool fall day.
     Within an hour the leaves fall and are swept away with one solemn blow and that frigid fall day turns to a bizarrous snow from the sky and covers the ground with a slate of white wonderland as the trees begin to die.
     With no air to breathe and no water to drink they shrivel up til their bare skins show til they are completely naked amongst.
     The glorious trees that once blossomed with beautifully colored leaves with fruits and flowers coming from all angles now starved in the cold winter weather but soon they will breathe again...soon...when March comes.
     Up and up she tries her hardest to shine thru the gloom of winter and melt away the white cover cast over the Earth.
     Slowly the flowers gain their luxurious glow and begin to flourish under the warm Spring sun bringing forth the greatest of all creations formed under the flushed Spring sky.

Margaretta Sackor Jun 2013

The Last Stand

Saturday she set forth on a journey
She casted away the waves of her past
Creating a promise to herself to never go back
Never be the same
To never be that girl again - the one that runs
She always ran from him - whenever he struck
she would run, run and hide and cry her eyes out
But not anymore - Now she was done
He was gone and she was running for the last time

Friday the previous day, she have endured the last
she couldn't do it anymore so that night when he struck
She ran to the kitchen and grabbed the knife
He didn't thnk she would so he teased and teased
Until she snapped
He came towards her to get the knife from her, but she warned him
Told him to stay away
He didn't listen and kept going

Last thing I remember is washing the blood off my hands after leaving the bridge

Margaretta Sackor Feb 2013

Black Hole

Here we stand in this back room
wishing for love wishing for happiness
But here in this blackened empty room
known as my heart - we stand side by side
Wishing that we could go - part from each other
to nevermore be as one
Cause here in this blackened room
there are no ears that can hear
No ears to listen and bring forth happiness
No eyes to see the black shadow cast upon us
No arms or hands to pull us apart
But this ever longing love that we so desire
pulled us closer and closer as we part
further and further but yet here we are
In this empty hole known as my heart
Where the end point is just as same as the start point
Zero, Zero
Destination not found

Margaretta Sackor Jan 2013

My Mother's Love

When you love someone or something
You tend to give it all you've got
Every last piece of it
Ever last piece of you
Like its the only thing that matters

My mother once told me a couple times that she loved me
But she never give to me all that she had
Never gave me every bit of her

I just don't understand - I thought that's what you do
when you love someone
You're always there for them
No matter what right?
So why wasn't she always there for me
Why wasn't she there when I needed her
To protect me - to love me - to make me happy

She didn't give me all of her
Never did she once put it all in
Never did she ever prove to me that she loves me

They say a mother's love is greater than anything
But..My love for her exceeds all

Margaretta Sackor Jan 2013

Heart of Destruction

Red. Black. Blue.
all the colors that drenched from her face
the destruction that was left behind
the path that was never meant to be crossed
...crossed that night
Words that was never meant to be spoken
.....were said that night
Lovers desperation to believe wrong
and see thru the evil
But soon believers turn victims
Victims turn users
the cycle just repeats
One crossed boundary can change a viewpoint forever
one wrongly used word can change the heart
So heart of destruction
hear my words
hear my pleas
I wish to not be changed
I wish to not cross that path
Leave me as I am
A believer in the distance
A mad woman drunken with love
With the taste that lingers from his breathe
Leave me as I am
Oh heart of destruction I plea my case
Hear my words as I beg before you on my knees
Leave me as I am
A fool to his words
A slave to his actions
For the way he kisses me
Or the way he touches me
Leave me as I am
Even if he his just a user and I shall soon become a victim to his ways
Leave me as I am
Hear my silent plea of forgiveness
Move along and do not destroy my happiness
For the cycle will repeat itself
For now I am just a believer in the distance of the night
But soon I shall be a victim turn user
Maybe someday I will learn
But for now
Leave me as I am
A mad women hypnotized with his lies
Drunken with the spell of his love
But yet I choice to believe

Margaretta Sackor Jan 2013

Wicked Men

desperate
hungry
she walks the earth
fear followed by sadness
anger takes the place of everything
she walk away not sure what to feel
what to think
what to do
tears down her face
who to comfort her
who to hold her
let her know that the world isn't all evil
with no one
she walks that lonely mile
alone in her arms
she walks along with the tears down her face
fear and sadness takes over everything
down that lonely mile
she walks within her arms
casting her past away as she goes
but little does she know
danger awaits her
if only the fear and sadness
if only she wasn't so filled with grief
wasted time on love
wasted love on someone who could be careless
someone who could be so wicked as to let her go
drive her essence and grace away
torn out the pages of their love
and for what
just another chapter
a chapter whom he'll soon send walking in their own arms
but she couldn't blame him, only herself
to get so close and now here she is
all alone waling that lonely mile
in your own arms
you'll never know men
oh how wicked they can be
i like to think of them as the devil's third eye
wicked men roam this Earth
roam your mind
you soul
and take everything you've got