The Happy Book of Unicorns, Dreams, and Whatever Else I Feel Like Writing About!

The Happy Few

Two lovers
Whos love was renowed
But in a world of silence
Sound wasn't abound
For all they did was laugh
Talk
Cry
Make any sound they felt was right

There was a girl
Who was more masculien
Then the rest
She cut her hair
As short as she wanted
Dyed it colors
Never imagened
Wore make up and never cared
How others lookd
But little did she know
Another girl was looking at her
Not with hatred
But desire
Maybe, even love

A doll
Skin like a tainted marshmellow
Hair straight
And black
Wore cloths made by the finest hands
Walked
Talked
She was short
Thin
What a funny little doll

The whale
Judged silently for her weight
But her voice kept even the
Crulest at bay
Focused on her talent
Future
She has a plan
And will rise above the rest

Their sun
Hair golden
It will never fade
Beauty beyond compare
True, she was fair
But longed for brains
Smarts
Intellegence
All the same
She didn't want to work
Easey street
Was her path
Alas, alas

Fire
Burning with emotion
Always doing something
Always keeping a motion
She never tired
And fed off of others
Oxygen
She exausted everyone
She held close
They still loved her
She hurt them
They couldn't get enough
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A hare
Who told every soul what to do
She talked
Talked
Talked
Like the sun
She was exausting
However, no one loved her
She died
Not to long ago
Talking and walking
'Fell' from a clif
Talking to no one
No one talking back
Off the clif she jumped
Click
Snap
Crack

There was a Raven
Fair
Tall
Had the most enchanting
Caw
That you would ever know
That raven could kill you
In a blink
But she stays
And waits
Silent

Their Queen
Beautiful
And fair
She seemed to glow
As bright as the sun
And smile
Oh how the people loved her smile!
She was smart and had a future
Maybe
In law
Or a doctor
She would be
A lovley doctor

A peasent
Who was friends with all the
Most beautiful
And adoring maidins
From all corners of the realm
How she longed
To be as fair as them
To smile like them
But some
Are born unlucky
Unfair
She will never be beautiful
In her mind
That is that