Sometimes it's in the writing, not the words, but in the act of freely placing thoughts on paper.

Friday, August 31, 2012

Happily Never After

 
Drifting slowly down the rabbit hole
           k
             i
               s
                 s
                    me quick  before I fall like sleeping beauty to my doom.
Effortlessly you say
      "I know my love"
              yet disappear into
                      the
             night.
And the white horse
         that you rode in on
               has followed in
                       your
              tracks.
My head and hand begin to   s   h    a   k  e
as i hold this temptress apple
I remember
  EaRtHqUaKe dreams of you
but like this hopeless fairytale
they'll just never
come
true.
 


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