Let's open a book
and read the first page.
Once upon a time
in a long forgotten age
there lived a young girl
she didn't possess any magic powers
and she lived in a house
not locked in a tower
in fact that girl
why she could even be you
let's imagine she is
and make this story come true.
You could be my Snow White
the most beautiful of them all
or you could be my evil queen
your jealousy will be your downfall.
You could be my Cinderella
your true beauty will be revealed at midnight
or you could be my Rapunzel
your hair truly is a magnificent sight.
You could be my Alice
lost in a wonderland inside your head
or you could be my sleeping beauty
exploring new lands while asleep in your bed.
You could be my little mermaid
with your enchanting voice
or you could just be yourself
because honestly that would be my choice...

Sweet-heart,*
pumpkin
munchkin,
beautiful.

"Yes,yes, it's so very lovely."
She slowly says;
as her fingertips dances across the wooden table.
"Now, hush those alarmed and worried eyes."

"But somehow,
when your lips speak
every syllable
of
my name;
it's like a lost and forgotten
piece of me
returned."

"Oh really?"
And like a full stop to a sentence,
he gives a
kiss
on
her crimson cheek
.

Today, I found a silver of understanding.

It was hidden, blanketed and veiled
by
old,
o  d d
things.

My parted lips breathes the dust away.

Now, I know why they used to say,

Don't grow up too fast, you'll grow old anyway,

darling.

Sorry
plays its incessant note

&

fades like wisps of smoke.

Like

s
             *p  
                  i
                       l
                           t
                                wine

on this

dust-mote
kissed
floor.

Red,
than
g o n e.