A night laid it's
Indigo spreadsheet
Across the sky
The moon , a pocket of light
Masterpiece , stares at
The deep blue
Her heart was missing
Something ; something that she felt
Brewing like chamomile tea
Love stirred in her breast
Love...Nothing like that lived
In her mind but soon she though
And thought ...
And thought ...
Until she remembered
She's crippled
No prince will marry her
With her many faults...
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 10:31 PM UTC
A night laid it's
Indigo spreadsheet
Across the sky
The moon , a pocket of light
Masterpiece , stares at
The deep blue
Her heart was missing
Something ; something that she felt
Brewing like chamomile tea
Love stirred in her breast
Love...Nothing like that lived
In her mind but soon she though
And thought ...
And thought ...
Until she remembered
She's crippled
No prince will marry her
With her many faults...
Writing a series of poems starring Masterpiece and her faults
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