I think all girls dream about Prince Charming. But it really is what you make out of it...
I held him once,
Dew trees were weeping,
Moping lovely over us,
Just the sun had kept us from sleeping.
The maple tree leaves locked lips with the weeping willow,
Holding each other,
As we hold each other in the shadow of their kiss.
To you, my love, this is what I miss.
The lake danced
Fire across the skies
As you leaned in to take that chance
Daring eyes that spied.
I believe there is more of this!
But then you forsake me with your infamous hopelessness.
Is it all lost, inside the dew and mist?
For you, this is what I will miss.
Perhaps the joy fulfils my tears that call out your name.
Reaping the harvest that blooms just for me.
I am never allowed to be mistakenly swept away again,
By blue crushed skies and glamorous roses.
I once believed it was just for me.
The seed that grows for us,
Story to legend to make-believe,
Oh, the silly rumors are still waiting,
To be faultlessly penetrating.
But there was a time I pictured your face,
Inside my bed sheets of polluted disgrace,
We danced inside my fallen castle while he kissed my forehead.
I dragged my feet whisk fully and let him lead instead.
When the music stopped I realized
That I had only been dancing in my own head.
The beautiful scenario was just a fairy tale
I forgotten I�d read.
Now the dilemma for what seeds I will plant,
still lies ahead.
xoxo qui
1:15 a.m. - 2003-01-27
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