MY LIFE:
                              Once upon a time,
                              in a land far far away
                              my life was meaningless
                              soft with despair
                              I tried to find my way
                              through the dark dark grave
                              pin and hope and plea,
                              but i never seemed to find a way
                              to save my day from grief.
                              But I know that there is hope in me
                              a book with pages you see,
                              probably filled with fairytales
                              and maybe even a key
                              that would unlock my heart's desire
                              and wash away my woes
                              but i turn and turn the pages
                              and nothing ever shows.
                              I closed my eyes
                              and fell asleep
                              and met a nice fairy
                              She had golden dusted silver wings
                              and a soft halo with twigs
                              She came to me and told me that
                              my life is very special
                              it cannot be found in the pages
                              it cannot be found in the book
                              Some lives are unique she says
                              so they're one of a kind
                              so we have to add it straight into
                              the never-ending lines
                              I woke up then
                              and with a shock
                              I saw a pen and paper
                              a blank page in the book i have
                              waiting for me to clear
                              So i wrote and wrote
                              and thought and thought
                              creating drafts and plans
                              stenciling in my careful words
                              thoughts and plans and chance.
                              Then i thought,
                              I am scared
                              what if they come after me
                              then i stopped my pen and
                              closed my eyes
                              and fell straight back to sleep
                              Another fairy came to me
                              with pink and blue wings now
                              she held my hand real dearly
                              and told me with no sound
                              That if I'm scared of everything
                              what kind of life mine would be?
                              Full of fear and unhappiness
                              meaningless it would be.
                              So why be afraid
                              to write it down,
                              when they would not know?
                              Just change the names
                              and change the words
                              and not a soul would know.
                              Words are a powerful thing
                              so treasure this thing you have.
                              Its a magical thing
                              and it will last forever, maybe even ten.
                              Then i woke up
                              with a great big shock
                              and now i know what i'll be.
                              I take my pen
                              and stencil in
                              my life's great story.
                                      
                                          
                                  
                                              YOU ARE READING
Fairypoems. (fairytale + poems)
PoetryFairytales that don't exist anymore. Poems that don't make sense. Add them both, and you will smile.:)
