i must've been homeless for quite some time
because now in your arms i feel like home
because when she gave me a cardboard box
that i gratefully took in as i needed the shelter
you've given me a castle
and have made me feel like a damn queen
how could i even begin
to thank you
Forgive me, sexy castle of my longing,
for it seems that
I have to divorce you again.
Do not ask why it always
happens right after
Or why we never really
bedded, despite all my efforts
to make our relationship work.
I might had said this before, but
your hallways always seem so distant to me,
your windows so open and so closed.
Your walls lock me in,
guiding me and restricting me
at the same time.
Often times, I take a wrong turn,
and I get lost in your many passages, only to
find my way out after countless hours
of trial and error.
My frustration builds for days on end,
and eventually, I leave.
Yet I always return.
I continue to be enthralled by your hypnotic beauty, no matter
the number of mistresses I have been with.
Still, I treat you unfairly.
Your corridors fill with trash I sworn I already
cleaned up and sometimes
I forget to care.
I am a terrible excuse of a housekeeper,
I confess. I should hand the keys to kid Coby down the
block for at least he
polishes his childhood toys.
even as I depart,
I selfishly cling on to your wasted love,
hopelessly waiting for the day when
I am capable
and experienced enough
to deserve your welcoming, faithful doors
At sixteen we have the world at our feet.
We're building our future with unsteady hands.
One day we might run, leaving this little town in the dust.
Hand in hand. Crowns atop our heads.
The two of us against the world, off to build our own castle.
Battles raging around and between us, but we will win them.
One day we will will walk through the doors of our castle, our kingdom, our home.
One day our story will be told.
They will tell it.
We will tell it.
To the little princess or prince that fills our castle with the pattering of little feet, beyond contagious laughter, and more mess than we'll feel we can handle.
It will be wonderful, an adventure we face together.
A journey through life, all our own
Love, your Queen.
it's late. there is no time.
time to start over.
let's go to our crystal castle.
we'll lay down over the crystal floor,
and you'll tell me
how much you love me.
we'll laugh for hours
until we run out of air
and then, slowly,
we'll fall asleep
watching the sky on fire,
as we are.
on the stone parapet
the small troop stood guard
to keep any interlopers
out of their hallowed yard
they didn't want others
setting up a permanent camp
for that kind of turf gain
there'd be no rubber stamp
taking over at the location
were issued with a not
so nice get lost explanation
the place was theirs it would
be held by only them
a special title awarded unto
this company's stem
being aware of who's in control
on the castle's fortification
will serve those invaders
a very well timed notification
upon the gates was seen
the following post's discretion
to not heed it will be viewed
as a mistaken perception
All she had left was her strength.
Searching for the key to happiness.
Is it possible to just have a key made?
Stranded in the castle of thieves.
Her tower was her birdcage.
The martyr to the pigeons,
Sacrificing her wings.
He took away her freedom.
God is my judge.
God is your judge.
He judges us all.
Am I More than a commodity?
More than a slave to the king.
How many casualties are left?
Will I ever feel the joys of spring again?
Brace yourself, time to take off the mask.
It’s only fair that we reveal only what needs to be.
It’s not an easy task. Is she safe?
She knows what she needs to do, but it’s easier said than done.
Has the battle ended? Has he really won?
Where did my happy ending go?
Its not in front of me,
Has it gone away forever?
In time i guess we'll see.
Wheres the prince I've waited for?
Hes handsome, charming, tall.
Hes slipped away without me,
but doesn't care at all.
And wheres my pretty castle?
The kingdom that I need?
Dont I get to take a ride,
Upon my trusty steed?
Where IS my perfect fairytale?
My wonderful delusion?
I want my golden sunset,
I don't care if its an illusion.
Where did my happy ending go?
I thought that it was you.
I wanted it so so badly,
I believed it would come true.