Beauty and the beast: The story you never see. She didn’t love him. She shot him. He melted in the gunfire heat. . Cinderella and Prince Charming: The story you never see. He didn’t love her. He slew her with the sword. He buried her in his words. . This bird in your hand Won’t tell you these stories. On the other hand The two in the bush, Don’t lie with happy endings. It’s in my hand These two birds are resting. How? You may ask, why? . It was love at first sight; She was a beautiful Beast in the night. She had long black hair. And she was white. Pearlescent black eyes. And had the body of a lifeguardess. I loved her. She rejected me. I started drowning and she let me. But then, there was a man, a prince. He looked at her. She at him. It was love at first sight for them. . So I ran away, into the bushes Where two birds told me stories After the third one got caught away. And as I grew up, like a tree, I took these two birds in my hand And set them free, So that people may one day understand What happened to me, And to know, that I am not crazy. These kinds of things happen daily. March 5, 2019
Cinderella smokes Cinderella stares and exhales Cinderella what a beautiful girl memory loss is the salvation I desperately crave the coin shows heads whichever way you toss the damp night welcomes me into her arms the creamy sky, it sighs and sheds a few tears a tear for you, for me and for what we never used to be a tear for every night I didn't spend in your bed a tear for every day where distance grew in confidence a tear for this crouched shadow hiding from me.
Cinderella's boots maltreat the spare stub you look spacy while searching for a tree to jiggle there's no shortage of choice, this forest is all yours oh, it's all yours tonight yet all the choices make you feel dizzy and you sit down on the ground to smoke a ciggy.
You always liked to read my gaze guess all those pictures in my head and watch all those fish floundering in your net You light another and think about all the milk cartoons you trashed you're still squeezing the last drop out of me wash me down your sink and smile and think you probably got it all and you probably did I end up down your drain and mingle with your last boy's ***** and your period blood.
Your place to rest is always the kitchen my place to sleep, it's near your pillow just six feet under oh, six feet down I lie and close my eyes. You believe life's just a laugh I believe Eros will always get the last laugh he waits for my desperation to reach boiling point and then he spreads his wings and flies away Oh, that's you spread your wings and fly away.
Your last dream was a plushy ball your dress was rose gold and my cheeks were just plain red and your wings they clung so firmly to your back Oh, Cinderella, if you want a smoke, just take one of mine I was born to swindle you, born to lie, born to deceive you and you were born to never even notice.
The doves come land on the edges of your balcony you ask for their help and they say yes and I melt 'cause I know the doves have never failed and you'll see him and you'll smile and I won't be there and you'll sign on the dotted line he'll be yours for as long as you desire and you'll be his for as long as you desire Thunder roars approval and from six feet under I wince objections heard by no one particular.
It's fine for you, you'll sort the peas for 80 years And I'll drink the sleet and breathe Stairs of pitch will keep me in this prison underground Stairs of pitch will discourage you from ever peeking down Stairs of pitch jam the way to your mind and you like the fact that your prince will now have to climb the window.
I'll dream of cutting off your toe and your heel to stop you from ever fleeing me and then I'll desperately sob and when I wake up, I'll be six feet down looking up to you and you'll ask: 'Care for a smoke?'
h a v e y ou noticed the most common thread in fairy tales? your best wishes and desires will all come true if you indulge in one life-altering task. losing your voice for legs, going to a ball for a few hours to fine true love... it's all a fictionally painted image. telling us that something amazing will h a p p e n if we take a bite of the poison apple.
it's supposed to be a caramel apple? i have no idea if that came across, but the caramel apple is a reference to Enchanted.
Off set the prince, Searching for his princess, Dressed in blue, Beauty stuck up like glue, Crystal eyes and sugar candy lips, Rosy cheeks and shaped hips, Cascade like hair, Skin glittering fair, He found his dazzling princess, "Felt lucky indeed", he confessed.
Castles and queens Red carpet and round tables Warm wind through a poofed dress
Oh what a mess No matter how hard they stress That olden times were not like the movies its meaningless
Dances like Cinderella Simpler times in a castle tower Dragons and romance with a prince
You'll never be able to convince that this isnt what i want ever since I was but a young sad girl ive dreamt of my Prince
King arthur and merlin Excalibur and the lady of the lake Green beauty and small hobbit holes
Oh sad girl you are in woe For happiness you'll never know You'll always be a locked away rapunzel
Something about that dark bittersweet beauty that i love. The stories of Merlin or if castles and queens with a sad twist but with joy and deep beauty and dancing It makes my heart feel an emotion i csnt describe an emotion I'll never truly have in my life.
Everything makes no sense Everything I’m spinning and I can’t stop What do I do? Confusing right and wrong Love and Depression blending into one I’m sinking Down and down I go The man I want won’t be mine The man in front me I deceived How did I get so lost? I give up
Oh, Cinderella there you are! We might need to go see the fairy godmother together.
I'm not Cinderella, who came to the party and met the prince because I didn't have those glass shoes or being Ariel, exchanging the beautiful tail with feet for a man from another world Aurora fell asleep long enough, then love came from a prince with a kiss, could it be? then, should I become Snow White who was poisoned by an apple then fell asleep and the prince came just to be able to see me every day. No could I have to meet an unlovely and cursed prince like Belle, and love him sincerely? but I can't like Elsa that freezes the human heart because I am still need love like Jasmine from Aladdin, but I don't want to be a present I might have to venture out across the vast ocean to find the lost, yes it's Moana so I have to be brave and tough like Mulan about anything that will happen in reaching the dreams and love that might not be easy