Fairytale curse

A peasent mere and meek.
A glass slipper on a high pillow peak
scrubbing worn dirty floors
he searched the four corners of the world
she grew lost and cold
he would find her he was told
she grew old and passed away
he knew on that one fataful day
it was his fate
true love never waits...



This poem is really old i originally sent it to a friend in an email. But i thought of it just now. Shows how organized i am... i have poems lying everywhere.

Paper Kiss

I blow a dainty paper kiss coloured in red pen.
but then he says what about a real kiss for my lips.
i have no lips for him to kiss.
i denie they even exist.
what about my paper kiss isn't it enough to love.
i'm sick of paper kiss.
what about a real kiss.
i just dimiss this because all he is going to get is a paper kiss.