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10/5/2012 8:35:38 PM
Fairy tale Girl	a baby girl is born, innocent and free hopes and dreams untarnished can be what she dreams to be doctor or a teacher? a mommy? yes I see! a princess in a castle, what a site that'll be taken on a horse, the handsome Prince and she riding in the sunset to the magic land. can you see the picture, as he holds your little hand young, naive and dreaming, never known deceit hang on to the fairytale, while your worlds complete your Daddy's little princess, his special little girl strong and bold before you he protects you from the world so keep on hoping little girl, that your dreams come true pixie dust and fairies, little princess just for you innocence and sweetness, pureness all still there blue eyes and beauty, with wavy long blond hair promise that you never, never will forget how warm and safe you feel, and never to regret blankets wrapped around you, way up above your head hopes and dreams are dancing, around your princess bed little girl keep dreaming, all won't be so grand along the way you loose, your handsome Prince's hand fairy tales and castles, white horses far away the magic land you dreamed of, was not supposed to stay crumbled right before you, like wet and ice cold sands between your little fingers, with shaking trembling hands tears are flowing down, upon your precious face you try working through it, in a lonely scary place your self esteem is shattered, feeling like a fool you never thought he'd turn his back, it ending cold and cruel I thought I knew him very well, this handsome prince of mine ended up a fairy tale, sad and so unkind so sorry little girl, our hearts now in despair all alone and cold, and no one left who cares our souls are taken hostage somewhere far away please dear god don't leave us, cant take another day both together praying, please come and take our hand so together we can go, to the promised land we then walk hand in hand, along the white warm sand now we're standing strong and tall, on our own two feet steering down straight to hell, that ugly thing called deceit!
10/5/2012 8:42:23 PM
Playing God	I too use personal experience in my poetry and can read through the lines you wrote! Sounds like some juicy stuff lol! Good work. Truly enjoyed it.
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