Life without a fairytaleA Poem by Clare Ashburypoem
So when I was a little girl I dreamt of fairytales and golden curls And as I grew I thought ahead Of who might share my bed? I never knew exactly what I was looking for I wish I could have known before Before I learned the word adore Because I think I would have thought a little bit more But yet I know through these years my life has not been a bore Yet I do lay here with my heart quite torn Sometimes wishing I was never born Tinkerbell would die upon the wooden floor, because I don’t believe in fairies or fairytales anymore Yet I’d rather read the poem by Edgar Allen Poe, to Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' I’m now afraid to open the stage door To let my eyes wander to the people ashore To watch my life go through a world war Some might judge me as a w***e The little innocent girl will never be restore I sometimes wonder where my fairytale of love went Love deceased by torment And then it went…. Went to repent, the lovers betrayal And there it told a tale Of one night desirability And the dishonesty care of sweet vulnerability With the ending result of culpability I yearning to find tranquility And find a way to stop the tears To play the smile of the fake, such a dare Time and life seems so unfair Life seemed to be just within disrepair. © 2008 Clare AshburyReviews
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2 Reviews Added on April 1, 2008 AuthorClare AshburyBinghamton, NYAboutA great woman once wrote- This soul, or life within us, by no means agrees with the life outside us. If one has the courage to ask her what she thinks, she is always saying the very oppos.. more..Writing
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