05-13-2008, 12:47 PM
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JolieH's Mood:
Last Online: 05-02-2012 12:30 PM
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Late for the Ball
This morning is sadness
words I discover
leave me a lonely bluebird
in ruins of an ancient bird bath,
pecking residue of crusted moss.
Where is the life in this lost tale?
Skeletons of horses, a rotted pumpkin
wait to escort Cinderella
in aftermath of holy war.
I should have been here yesterday
when statues of cherubs
pissed fountains of fresh water.
I could have drank from
the silver cup,
worn silk ribbons in my hair.
What's left, but I'm sorry.
They didn't like you.
You weren't chosen
to light a prince's eye.
You were a mistake they tried to erase.
You came too late.
You'll just have to accept,
you were nothing but a stupid girl
that didn't understand.
Fly away bluebird.
There's nothing for you here
just bones of a dead dream.
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Jolie
"You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You must do the thing which you think you cannot do." (Eleanor Roosevelt)
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