You were always my fairytale that held my rose petals and each time you became a closer heartbeat and you may have not got the chance to reach out to me and confront the past but in the real world I may have been that same girl in highschool who was trying to find her story and you were were a subject I thought was never going to be found but when I saw the roses behind the bluemoon then I knew that my fairytale was more than just a story that needed to be written and through all of my dreams you were always more than just a fairytale wish.
I like to think the petals were more than just the raindrops and fell to the floor kind of like the glass slipper and throigh the words I opened my magic mirror and saw the other side of what connected the past to the present and what grew as thorns and what bloomed as roses and what the world may see as a perception of us never mattered as long as we knew us and that is the dreams we held within the roses of the fairytale.
You were always my ink rose,
in the moon that touched your words as more than your lips,
and made the words as a story that fell through the roses,
as your music was my love language,
as more than the kiss of the lips that gave you the fairytale ending,
but you would always be the ink moon to my rose.
Your,
Ink Rose and Ink Moon.
YOU ARE READING
You were always my fairytale Book 5
Short StoryYou found more than a flower to love, Then you made your petals into another sound, And made the music your notes, Like a mask that hid the rose petals like a phantom of the opera, And then you stamped the ink as you bled the words, And wrote y...
