Long long time ago in the land of Pixie-sweeps, Rapunzel let down her hair. The knight instead played double sweep on the poker table. No one came to her rescue that night. She pulled back and swept her floor of all the waiting, straight into the chimney with the piling dust of yesterday. In the corner of her memory, a mellow tune filtered in. Somber, mournful and melting within...she heard bagpipes and the tin flute. The sharp playful shreik of the Harp made waves through her soul. A single hand plucking the acoustic lifted hee heart and plopped back in her chest. A tear floated at the back of the iris. The tattoo maker was writing invisible sheet music on her bare skin.
The yearning for a perfection, seemingly absent.
The yearning for love, picture-perfect and melodious.
The yearning for the last kiss, if only true love climbed the golden hair.
Pixies dance, while fairies weep On the boulevard of insatiable dreams... Magic and wonder is free to reap... Enchantment sets ye free...
5 comments:
dunno what 2 tell u !
just control ok...itna romantic hone ki koi zaroorat nahi hai !!!
hey .... HOws aiesec doing?
a picture perfect melody, divine
eluding con-sis-tent-ly, sublime
cus we had
roses in the back
showers in the tap
freakin in the traps
jugglin the lamps
scruffing in the sheets
darkness on the streets
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(comin soon to a song some where near you)
thank u fr devising it's muse ;-)
how can true love climb,
when the hair is so oily???
}:D
Johnny..I have nothing to say
Anon...for songs always happy to help :-)
Humbl Devil...that's what makes even this unlikely then :-)
Inspiration...Aiesec has been long over friend. how you doin?
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