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BreakdownTrains and Dolls and Spinning Tops,
The youth won't last forever.
Houses, Toys and Teaparties,
The girl is much too clever.
The innocence behind those eyes,
Was it ever truely real?
To try and reach her, Make the contact,
Uncover what those eyes conceal.
But the girl will stand,
All on her own.
As she slices her wrist,
For reasons unknown.
Her breakdown, In front,
Of the mirrors reflection.
Shattered glass, Hits the ground,
She's so used to rejection.
But she rolls down her sleeve,
And covers the skin.
She will wait for this cycle,
To again re-begin.
Enchanted Part 2 -The PowerfulPhoenixes, Mermaids, Gryffins and Gargoyles,
Ogres and Harpies and a Gorgon's snake coils.
An innocent Faun, and a tough-looking Minotaur,
Wyverns and Loch Ness with Sirens on shore.
The Leprechaun, Chimera, Hyrda or Bigfoot,
A Bunyip, a Yeti, covered in Dragon soot.
A Water Nymph, Banshee, A Genie in a lamp,
Magic Sprites and Yowies, or a mighty Golems Stamp.
On BoardUpon the ship,
Upon the sea.
The captain leads,
The crew agree.
They'll swab the deck,
Without a word.
They'll hoist the sails,
And remain unheard.
Until of course,
They want to be free.
A time in which,
They'll try a mutiny.
Escaping SolitudeEating, sitting, breating,
Living more alone than ever.
Barely holding on,
Wondering when the ties will sever.
Connected to the world,
Wanting, be alone.
To talk to you, my greating wish,
But i'm stuck without a phone.
Is there no way I could try,
To try and make a call?
Or do I take the plunge,
And fall the greatest fall?
Give up, give in, and take the fall,
Deep in the abyss.
To break free and just escape the mess,
To die and leave all this.
Enchanted -The MagicalFairies, Goblins, Elves and Trolls,
Giants, Gnomes and Swiss cheese holes.
Vampires, Unicorns and a Beanstalk in the sky,
Werewolves and Pixies and Pigs that can fly.
Ghosts and ghouls and other scary stuff,
Like a wolf with some pigs and a huff-puff-puff.
How about Witches, or a Centour and his bow?
or a man made entirely from gingerbread dough.
Talent?Looking for a talent,
Something, somewhere hidden.
Am I just no good at all,
Or is happiness forbidden?
A bond within my heart.
I pray for talent,
Something to be proud of.
Something worth achieveing,
Something I would love.
Am I doomed to live,
One place below the rest.
Nothing I can call my own,
No different from the rest.
Am I Not Worthy?As I lay here alone and scared,
I pray to a God in which I don't believe.
I pray for luck, a better life,
For the web of lies to be unweaved.
I pray for peace, sercurity,
To never be alone.
For the warmth of such a hold,
To ease the chills, my bones.
The hold, the love,
Your scent, your touch.
To hold you close,
Am I asking too much?
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