A touch so familiar for a thousand or so years
drifts away slowly...and abruptly disappears.
Waves crashing dully and precious pearls just waste
the bottom dwellers have a taste.
Disguised as a hero, he dressed highly as a prince
left alone to discover, yet again, she was amiss.
Her eyes led astray in a rosy tinted way
her heart followed loyally, what else was there to say?
Flowers lined the path, daisies, roses, and tulips
each faded and couldn't last, that princess didn't get the hint.
Blindly she continued down that growing starker road
that prince was returning to a toad.
Longer she walked not realizing she was alone
her head held high like a candle in a cone.
She followed crooked trees and dried up yesterdaisies
no one really knew what became of princess Lynn Phasey
She traveled days, weeks, and months
searching for something, she couldn't say just what.
A heart through hell and a dreary twisted forest
beating to swell for a promise once more, yes.
Oct 30, 2010
Oct 30, 2010 at 6:32 AM UTC
A touch so familiar for a thousand or so years
drifts away slowly...and abruptly disappears.
Waves crashing dully and precious pearls just waste
the bottom dwellers have a taste.
Disguised as a hero, he dressed highly as a prince
left alone to discover, yet again, she was amiss.
Her eyes led astray in a rosy tinted way
her heart followed loyally, what else was there to say?
Flowers lined the path, daisies, roses, and tulips
each faded and couldn't last, that princess didn't get the hint.
Blindly she continued down that growing starker road
that prince was returning to a toad.
Longer she walked not realizing she was alone
her head held high like a candle in a cone.
She followed crooked trees and dried up yesterdaisies
no one really knew what became of princess Lynn Phasey
She traveled days, weeks, and months
searching for something, she couldn't say just what.
A heart through hell and a dreary twisted forest
beating to swell for a promise once more, yes.
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