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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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