But I should’ve known better than to have believed the web of lies you sprouted at me. I should’ve known better than to believe your “I love you.” Why did I take that bite from the apple, if only I had known it was poisoned.
My mother warned me about strangers with blue eyes walking down the street. She said that was why she was protecting me. I should've never let down my golden hair, if only I had known.
It didn’t have to wait until the clock struck 12:00 midnight for it to happen; bibbidi-bobbidi-boo, I’ll have to hand it to you, you really had me fooled. You were never Charming, I needed to be my own Prince.
I’m stuck in a timeless blank, neither moving forward nor back, a canvas that has not been painted yet and sadness is the only color I know. I’m afraid I don’t have much patience to wait for a 100 years for true love’s first kiss.
A thousand times you tore my walls down, tore me apart and even when I’m at a chokehold, I thought it was still love. Maybe I was a fool to have thought there was beauty in the beast.
I traded my heart for something temporary, I lost my voice just to let you step all over me, and some part of me hates that I’d still let you if we were to try all over again. I’ve become the foam of bubbles lost in the sea because I couldn’t hurt you the way you hurt everyone.
When I was young I would spend hours Braiding and undoing My thick golden hair Now that I’ve grown I pull strands of sunlight Out of the sky To braid the golden strings Into a crown And claim my rightful place After all, I wasn’t named Leia for nothing -waiting to be recognized as a general instead of a princess
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.
I never really had a dream I always had a goal Until I met her, it seems I had one hidden in my soul I wanted a lavish life To make up for what I lack To live out as someone else Indulge and never look back Then I met her Who dreams more than she knows She is lively, innocent and bright Inspiring wherever she goes Her dream is so pure Nothing to really be gained She only wanted to see and know Why those floating stars came I realized dreams could change I have found a new dream To be with her amongst the lanterns Every year so it seems
To what does the world owe to her beauty? A beauty no one has ever seen. Locked behind a door, a barrier of sort, But not to keep the world at bay.
She speaks to me through concrete and wood, Curiosity growing fonder by the day. Her voice echoes off the empty manor To which my ears captures And my mind constructs an image of her. I can only assume she does the same of me.
I sit of hours in that sturdy chair outside her chamber, Engaging in conversations we’ve never had before. With each spoken word we unravel more layers of ourselves, Layers we both feared of discovering.
I mustered up the courage to reveal feelings, Feelings that quickly became a bouquet of clumsy words. She laughs at my blunder But not in mockery.
I place my hand on the wall. I hear her footsteps grow closer. I imagine her putting her hand up as well. The closest I will get to feeling her touch.
My Rapunzel won’t let down her hair But granted me access to her tower. Frustration tells me to abandon this endeavor, Yet hope yearns to see it through.
I return to that sturdy chair once more To continue our routine as always. My ears prepare to capture her voice again Hoping to be greeted with the sound of a door creak. The bedroom light sneaks from under the door Accompanied by a woman’s fragrance.
I long to see the face she hides. I long touch the skin she protects. I long to break down the wall between us.