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I wanted so deeply, truly, without words, a tune, a lyric, or a song, to be, oh my dearest love, to be, your national anthem, to represent you, my golden note in the sky, flying past birds circling our skies, the stars, and stripes, the colours, to be, everything that represented, my commitment, love, loyalty, the unspoken, patriotic, musical composition gluing us together, devoted I fell, oh my dearest love, we were the one, placed ring, do you remember my dear, my great grandmothers ring, the purple stone, and how the emerald would, grace my hand, a signature of love, eternal blessings, the vastness of, Great Windsor Park, all those lengthy trails, deer hiding, behind the lens camera clicking, as we waltzed down, our imagined up isle, who needs a church, when we have, horses that gallop, our capes we are red ruby slippers, clicked, we are the two princesses, without our, frog kissed prince we have changed the ending, curtailed the tale, we have used our, unstoppable love, to make our own, day dream (nightmare) a true, match made in heaven, to only, end in, hell, cursed by the power, of the malevolent, wicked witch, of the west. © Sia Jane
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Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC
A Cursed Love
I wanted so deeply, truly, without words, a tune, a lyric, or a song, to be, oh my dearest love, to be, your national anthem, to represent you, my golden note in the sky, flying past birds circling our skies, the stars, and stripes, the colours, to be, everything that represented, my commitment, love, loyalty, the unspoken, patriotic, musical composition gluing us together, devoted I fell, oh my dearest love, we were the one, placed ring, do you remember my dear, my great grandmothers ring, the purple stone, and how the emerald would, grace my hand, a signature of love, eternal blessings, the vastness of, Great Windsor Park, all those lengthy trails, deer hiding, behind the lens camera clicking, as we waltzed down, our imagined up isle, who needs a church, when we have, horses that gallop, our capes we are red ruby slippers, clicked, we are the two princesses, without our, frog kissed prince we have changed the ending, curtailed the tale, we have used our, unstoppable love, to make our own, day dream (nightmare) a true, match made in heaven, to only, end in, hell, cursed by the power, of the malevolent, wicked witch, of the west. © Sia Jane
I miss a certain person who was my life for four years. I think we were maybe always cursed.
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Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC
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