It's the early hours of the morning... and though the clock struck midnight, proving that she wasn't a fairy tale princess... that nothing at all changed, though a year passed away in almost an inaudible sadness...
somehow replaced...
She felt his touch...
She simply buckled at the knees of looked him in the eye...
This can't be real...
He drifted into sleep... and she watched, simply shaking her head and whispering my greatest fears into your ears...
wondering softly if he heard...
He was asleep before she could comprehend what that feeling behind her tingling lips was...
She kissed his forehead and left him asleep...
She'd rather not wake him if she couldn't stand the thought of waking herself...
I don't need to be in a fairy tale...if I am...let me sleep...I'd rather this this lie of bliss...
 Made27 · Wed Jan 12, 2005 @ 01:53am · 2 Comments |
