It’s been a year
The clock strikes midnight
And its been a year
But this isn’t Cinderella
Or another stupid fairytale
Because it’s been a year
Since anyone has loved you
Or at least pretended they did
There have been people
Who have itched to touch you
Feel your skin under their hands
Sure,
But in the end
You’re left without being desired
For anything more than your body
Maybe it’s easier to make-believe the passion
For romance
But all of the endings are the same
Crying yourself to sleep is your
Happily ever after

Once upon a time,

Before a story began,

Memories were made,

Love resides,

Laughter never ended.

Once upon a time,

There wasn't an end,

Always a beginning,

There were no such thing as 'in the end',

Even when you felt it coming,

You always go back

and stay in the same..

Once upon a time,

Time was free and priceless,

Unable to be owned,

Unable to keep,

Unable to spend,

Time was more valuable than money.

Once upon a time,

The end was never pushed at,

But the present time was never right,

As if going back and redo,

Was as easy as buying your own time,

As if reaching end only meant a better,

Once upon a time.

Honestly I’m too caught up in you to even function sometimes.
People ask me if I’m okay because I have tunnel vision confined
To a place where I never look back and never resign.
But I can barely make out their words
When your song keeps singing in my head,
And stringing the thread of your heart to mine.
As it pulls without tearing enough to flatline,
While taking you in
To a “Once upon a time” world beneath my skin.
Where the sun kisses you every chance you look away,
And the moon cradles you as if someday you’ll never get older.
Because with you, time never wants to move but carry
Your everlasting stokes of color made from sweet berries.
On a canvas that’s trying really hard to sit still when you’re fatal lips ****
Whatever seems to be holding me down.
A piece that compounds beauty on top of brilliance.
Discovering yourself and the meaning of existence.
Like two flames holding hands, never to strand
From the light, they expand to burn down the doors
That others have shut with all their might.
Chasing the tails of fairies to horizonless twilight.
Searching for no end but the means of foresight undressed
When looking ahead I see wings spread from behind your chest
And pull me pressed to the taste of heaven
When I'm close enough touch your breath.
So don’t stop breathing and never stop believing in our laughter
Because every breath we ever share becomes happily ever after.

Once upon a time
or so the stories say
i was yours and you were mine
and everything was okay

in distance we were apart
and maybe emotionally too
never in my heart
did i think twice about my love for you

it was the fall which carried over to winter
but as the days got warm
again you started talking to her
my heart suddenly torn

you said she was nothing you
and i believed your story
maybe i was naive or just a fool
all you said was "I'm sorry"

more days went past
and you fell for her
I wish I'd seen it coming fast
then your love made a turn

I wasn't close enough for you
you scared little boy
way too honest, too much truth?
I was tossed away as an old toy

now you were tired of being alone
I pity your poor being
you had before never felt home
although my heart was for your keeping

if you hadn't left me in the cold
I thought I'd love you for my whole life
I would never have known
that all this was one simple lie

now here our story ended
you're okay and you have her
you saw where this tale was headed
for me there's no happily ever after

"Ruin me for good once"
I told him,
As i fire my ciggarate
With the lighter he lends.

Once upon a time,
In a almost perfect world.
There was a girl.
She was happy.
She laughed and played
And smiled all day, with a lovable smile
And her sparkling eyes.
One day, i checked behind that cheerful smile,
That sat so sweetly, among her rosy cheeks.
It was real.
She was happy.
Then she entered reality.
         PLOT TWIST
Alice was no longer in wonderland.
Wonderland to reality.
Crazy insanity.
She kept her head down.
And forced her smile.
Soft, frightened whispers escaped her
Blood red lips as she spoke.
Dark, Dull Madness
Her genuine laugh lightened,
The sparkle in her eyes
Washed out
And was replaced
With pain and darkness.
She WAS happy.
Once upon a time.

there was a girl who dreamed of flying; over mountains and oceans and forests and beaches. She searched and sought ways to soar into the horizon. She tried to construct wings of wax and feathers, like Icarus. She tried to fashion contraptions similar to Orville and Wilbur’s. She tried to mix potions and find fairy dust and jump off high buildings with large sheets tied to her wrists.

She had almost given up hope,

                 until one day she met a boy. With startling brown eyes that shocked her into living. With rough, but soft, hands that cradled her porcelain fingers. With careful lips that whispered what she didn’t know needed to hear.



And after waiting so long,
        the boy had finally filled her with such sunlight, and warm oxygen, and such life that her feet lifted off of the ground. Her toes curled and her fingers splayed in the wind, and she grabbed his hand to show him the insides of clouds.