Post by Snow White/Mary Margaret on Aug 12, 2014 18:18:07 GMT -5
true love
True love comes only once in a lifetime
yet it lasts an eternity
It has the power to crush someone so deeply
while at the same time they know
there’s no one else in the world they’d rather be with
True love will knock down the walls of difficulty
to be with that special one
It will take your hand and fly over the world
into a place where there’s no pain, no tears
True love will withstand the test of time,
forever waiting until its love is returned
It never fails, never dies, never lets go of the one they love,
''I am the Winter Flower''
she said
''the opposite of the Summer Ones.''
''My blooms
peak in deep snow
and I weather
hail, sleet and bitter cold.
My Summer Kin
know the Sun.
I live beneath
White Winter''s Glow
withstanding
blizzard and wind
as furies blow.
I produce
anti-cold;
survive
winter''s
frozen mold.
My petals
are steel-forged
for winter has made
me strong.
My bulb forces it''s way
up through frozen ground
and defiant
I face worst Winter''s onslaughts.
My petals
fold, unfold
peak,
and stare Winter down.
I am the Winter Flower
beautiful in my Ice Tower.
I too,
have my Ice Prince
who plants upon me
an Icicle Kiss
beneath diamond shining
beautiful,
frosty,
Wintry
Stars.
Her hands are stained
not with the blood of others
only her blood is pained
tainting her fingers
dripping and cold
she shivers in the loneliness of moonlight
waiting for life to grow old
waiting to fall
standing on the edge
trying to hold herself upright
trying not to slip on the ledge
it's not time yet
guilty of living her life
of yearning for purity
innocence, a knife
guilty of wishing for light
don't touch her
only she can help herself
she'll shatter
no one can put her back together
guilty of lying
she tells herself she's unbreakable
try to smile when she's crying
ignore her pain, it's all you can do
she turns her head
trying to stop the brightness in eyes
guilty of loving the dead
prove that she is worth dying for
innocence is white
red is the color of her blood
her heart gleaming silver, she will fight
she is innocence itself
ripples surrounding her cries
circling around and around
till she dies
everything in life is tied
she sleeps on the ground
snow falling to rest on her hair
guilty of wanting to be found
is it wrong to want to be loved?
tell her it's allright to cry
guilty until proven innocent
she does have a right to fly
so don´t show her how to fall
during my imprisonment I wrote several things to help me during the long time alone...
True love comes only once in a lifetime
yet it lasts an eternity
It has the power to crush someone so deeply
while at the same time they know
there’s no one else in the world they’d rather be with
True love will knock down the walls of difficulty
to be with that special one
It will take your hand and fly over the world
into a place where there’s no pain, no tears
True love will withstand the test of time,
forever waiting until its love is returned
It never fails, never dies, never lets go of the one they love,
''I am the Winter Flower''
she said
''the opposite of the Summer Ones.''
''My blooms
peak in deep snow
and I weather
hail, sleet and bitter cold.
My Summer Kin
know the Sun.
I live beneath
White Winter''s Glow
withstanding
blizzard and wind
as furies blow.
I produce
anti-cold;
survive
winter''s
frozen mold.
My petals
are steel-forged
for winter has made
me strong.
My bulb forces it''s way
up through frozen ground
and defiant
I face worst Winter''s onslaughts.
My petals
fold, unfold
peak,
and stare Winter down.
I am the Winter Flower
beautiful in my Ice Tower.
I too,
have my Ice Prince
who plants upon me
an Icicle Kiss
beneath diamond shining
beautiful,
frosty,
Wintry
Stars.
Her hands are stained
not with the blood of others
only her blood is pained
tainting her fingers
dripping and cold
she shivers in the loneliness of moonlight
waiting for life to grow old
waiting to fall
standing on the edge
trying to hold herself upright
trying not to slip on the ledge
it's not time yet
guilty of living her life
of yearning for purity
innocence, a knife
guilty of wishing for light
don't touch her
only she can help herself
she'll shatter
no one can put her back together
guilty of lying
she tells herself she's unbreakable
try to smile when she's crying
ignore her pain, it's all you can do
she turns her head
trying to stop the brightness in eyes
guilty of loving the dead
prove that she is worth dying for
innocence is white
red is the color of her blood
her heart gleaming silver, she will fight
she is innocence itself
ripples surrounding her cries
circling around and around
till she dies
everything in life is tied
she sleeps on the ground
snow falling to rest on her hair
guilty of wanting to be found
is it wrong to want to be loved?
tell her it's allright to cry
guilty until proven innocent
she does have a right to fly
so don´t show her how to fall
during my imprisonment I wrote several things to help me during the long time alone...