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I – Arrival
I am his princess. I wait for him on my throne, a bench. As I hear what sounds like a familiar sound, I turn my head.
There is my prince, Coming towards me, His noble stallion his skateboard, His brandished sword a single red rose.
He give me the rose, I hug him in thanks. Picking up his skateboard he offers me his hand, And I snake mine into his.
He takes me around the kingdom- The shops I’ve seen a thousand times The high street heaving with last-minute Christmas shoppers: T
| People may say I'm weird. I'd say they're boring. People may tell me my music sucks. I'd say so does theirs. People may tell me to be more open minded. If I did that my brain would fall out (durr!)! People say I'm childish... *giggles* People say I'm forgetful. I say I'm an elephant in training so I'm ALLOWED to make mistakes. People say I'm blonde...what's wrong with that? People tell me to make the most of my life. I fully intend to. One person tells me he loves me. I love him too. TAA DAA! I've told deviantART about myself - now what? |
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Then at last, a voice in the gloom seemed to cry "I hear
you; I hear your fears, your torment and your tears."
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Softly, deftly, music shall caress you. Hear it, feel it secretly
possess you.
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