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Fairy Tales

July 28, 2011
By WynterPage95 ELITE, Monticello, Arkansas
WynterPage95 ELITE, Monticello, Arkansas
164 articles 8 photos 76 comments

Favorite Quote:
"It's better to burn out than to fade away..." -Kurt Cobain

Oh my dear love,
With eyes of night,
And a heart of lust.
Where are you tonight?
Where are your soft eyes
That seem to enhance the moonlight?
Where is your luscious touch,
That feels like silk as it carresses my neck.
Where are your lips.
So decadent, so right
Is the feeling as they press against mine.
And there appears my love,
Your strong figure filling the doorway.
My prince of night has come to save me,
From the boring toil of life
To carry me away to another place,
Where a dark, ebony curtain is painted over,
And there is no talk of the accursed sun.
The leafless trees stand tall, with grace and elegance.
Providing some peace in our solace.
Sit with me my love
In the cemetery and sing to me a song.
One of eternal love ended not at death.
The swelling words seem to soothe me:
"Though we have reached the end of forever,
My heart will only beat for yours."
Our story.
Our tragic love story.
My eyes awaken in spite.
Doors to a world I want to not return.
A coarse world where no one believes in fairy tales.
Here I live now without your eyes of night, your velvet touch, and your decadent lips.
Only in our wonderland am I in your arms.
Only in our wonderland where night is infinite.
And one day I shall be there forever.
But until fate takes pity on me,
I have only the words to my dear one's song...
My heart beats only for yours...

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Another early piece...

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on Oct. 8 2011 at 7:25 pm
billlover420 GOLD, Justin, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
Boy, when you're dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery.  People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody. ~J.D. Salinger,The Catcher in the Rye,

shows that one person can be your own very fairytale <3