Just Another Fairy Tale.

Just Another Fairy Tale.

A Poem by Sarah Marie

Well i cant drive.
If i could i would fly.
But wings refuse to grow on my backside.
And i bet she'll love you more than i could.
And i bet than she'd talk more than she should.
You wouldn't mind.
Her voice just seems so kind.

Does she hold you close in the cold night?
Whipsering words till daylight?
Would she travel weeks and a thousand miles
for just one chance to see you smile?
I did it all, Once Upon a Time.

Grey and purple skies fill my lungs
while under a tree the noose still hung.
Swaying so swiftly, the wind gave a sigh
As i lay in the grass, watching the clouds pass by.
The feel of your touch still lingers on.
The taste of your lips is one tht will live long.
How could i forget the things you said
lying all night with you in my head.

Does she hold you close in cold night?
Whipsering words till daylight?
Would she travel weeks and a thousand miles
for just one chance to see you smile?
I did it all, Once Upon a Time.

How can i long for you if you're never here?
Your eyes filled with wonder, the wonder i fear.
I would give the world to hold your hand
And fall asleep warm on the sand.
I wonder if you could feel my heart
beating faster the second we part.

Does she hold you close in the cold night?
Whipsering words till daylight?
Would she travel weeks and a thousand miles
for just one chance just to see you smile?
I did it all, Once Upon a Time.
Once Upon a Time...
Once Upon a Time...

Well i cant drive.
If i could i would fly.
But wings refuse to grow on my backside...

© 2009 Sarah Marie


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Sarah Marie
Sarah Marie

Atlanta, GA



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Spoof. Dope. Crank. Creep. Bomb. Spank. S**t. Bang. Zip. Tweak. Chard. Call it what you will. It's all methamphetamine. I'm like a crooked tree. Growing strong and strange. I'm misunderstood and .. more..

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