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Click hereOnce upon a time...
That old adage reserved for fairy tales.
Used to bind us
and bring us into a world of phantasm.
Those familiar stories of our childhood
were so predictable.
Princess in dire need.
Prince in shining armor.
Obstacles baring their way
to the love of happily ever after.
These farces must have been written by men like me.
Whose fairy tale has been lived to early in life.
Where all there is is ever after, but happiness holds no sway.
It seems somehow my words do not reach you,
or you neglect the tale they tell.
Living in your own life--so far away--
can you not remember the joy we shared?
Or was that all one sided too?
So I'll continue to write my fairy tales.
Where the violet all consuming flame of love is my impenetrable armor,
and you wait for me at the top of the tower,
ready for a life of happily ever after.
Though my love be forever unrequited.
how I feel about it. You know I hate whimsy, hate it more than synchronized swimming and rainbows combined. But, there is something about this I like, which makes me hate it more for liking something even moderately whimsical. I need a drink.