kanatakaangel

Once upon a time, Very long ago Lived a kingdom on a cliffside, With the ocean far below. Within it lived the mermaids With sea-jewels in their hair; Beneath the moon, they swam all night, By daybreak, none were there. Once upon a day, Of bluest sky and sea, A girl from that said kingdom Was lost in reverie; But this girl was no peasant, She was the princess fair; The lucid sky was in her eyes And sunbeams in her hair. Princess Meara was her name, A child at thirteen; The king, her father, loved her so And called her "Little Queen"; For his own wife had long since passed And left him quite alone; So Meara was his foremost

My Healer (21 May 2012: Monday) Although I am pretty like a Porcelain doll so pure and flawless, My body would be covered with hideous marks Affecting everyone to shun me All except one whom I had fallen for, Would plant his lips on them so gentle Causing every pain to seep away He would embrace in his arms So warm yet soothing With whispering words, Saying that all my suffering Would be over soon Being able to regain my happiness

Sweet Mystery There is a look in her eyes, That I can't describe... All her feelings... She so skillfully hides She's a little mystery She is someone, That refuses to change Thoughts of her... Fill all of my days! My sweet mystery, My sweet Mystery! She's taking over my dreams! My sweet mystery, My sweet Mystery! She is the loveliest creature... That I have ever seen... She is collecting all the hearts, And breaking them, one by one... And I don't think she really cares, About all the things she's done She's a little mystery When I'm around her, I can't keep my thoughts straight... I've got to know who she is, Before

I'm frightened, yes, I'm afraid; threefold That one day I'll break your heart of gold. The gem that I cherish, one to be sought May one day fall from my hands. Clumsy is me, woe was habit Why would I have to go and crack it? Stable the pieces, fill in the scars Before the girl is gone. Hold it steady, don't move an inch I think it's fixed, firm, bit by bit. A sigh of relief, and onto a stroll The oaf had dropped it again. Now we wait, dear maiden in slumber Holding her hand with her pieces asunder. Regret, oh regret, you come round at a time Why did I have to trip up? Cries and sobs, no shortage at all Come from a man who stands six feet