He danced and he prayed in a very angry way that maybe someday he'll find the one to stay.
She danced and she swayed while people looked at her in a very strange way. They said she was beautiful but oddly unsuitable.
He was a beast in a far away place, she was a beauty that holds thousands of stories.
The beast was horrid and alone w/ a quiet dim home. With limbs that held many roses 🌹 with many different poses. Imagination brought animation to life because this beautiful place is to big for 1 beastly face. Therefore the candle stick and the tic of a toc clock talked to the horrid man hoping and moaning that maybe one day the beauty may take a princesses place for a price with a monsterous face.
Beauty had to escape the place where her childhood lay. Therefore she ran deep into the dark woods only to find where the castle stood. It was Rusty and beaten, but this must lead to destiny. She opened doors which was dusty and needed cleaning little did she know the beast lurked and looked like he had no soul.
Growling came about as the clock and the candle stick shook in their spots for the master was awake and the girl was there, surely it was a mistake. BUT maybe this beauty could break a curse held by a rose. Little did they know mercy would be prostoed if the beauty would take the beastly Mans untrustworthy hand and turn him into a man.
She roamed about a battle broke out, she fell for the beast who slowly stole her heart. Over time they slowly fell into destiny. But fate, surely wasn't late and the rose petals fell from it's place and made a destiny sure to be fulfilled.
As the last year fell she cried out she loved the MAN despite its looks of terror and his heart slowly changed from anger to passionated. Her heart sched for him never to let go and for fate to let go. So something broke through what they had was true, he loved her and she took him for his soul.She saw the potential he had, and the worth she owned. It didnt.
Beauty and the beast a wanted love story, but we are all blind sided by the looks of people not the solid heart of gold they own.
This a story of kind hearted chances.
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Poetrythese are some stories I've written over time. I've poured my heart into all of these.