Post by Pseudomuse on Apr 17, 2005 17:30:32 GMT -8
just something I recently wrote. Tell me what you think?
PM
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She’s a little wisp of a girl who lines up to get her finger pricked by your spinning needle
And though she falters on the last step, your smile still tempts her fettered heart
And as the prick bleeds she falls into a heap on the floor at first cooing at the pain but then she drifts asleep, feigning limp as you scoop her into your placid arms.
At for once the contentment is mutual.
Watching her sleep you bend her dreams into fairytale lands resonant only in imagination. Knowing when she wakes all will be humbuggery and the princes and queens, and her makeshift romance will fade away. So in effort to keep her you drug her sleeping form, and create long drawn out novels of dreams and rest.
And that’s where happiness is no longer chortled.
And she’s her happiest. Or so you think.
PM
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She’s a little wisp of a girl who lines up to get her finger pricked by your spinning needle
And though she falters on the last step, your smile still tempts her fettered heart
And as the prick bleeds she falls into a heap on the floor at first cooing at the pain but then she drifts asleep, feigning limp as you scoop her into your placid arms.
At for once the contentment is mutual.
Watching her sleep you bend her dreams into fairytale lands resonant only in imagination. Knowing when she wakes all will be humbuggery and the princes and queens, and her makeshift romance will fade away. So in effort to keep her you drug her sleeping form, and create long drawn out novels of dreams and rest.
And that’s where happiness is no longer chortled.
And she’s her happiest. Or so you think.
