Fairy Tale Princess Love

Her smile shines like a chandelier, casting the room in extravagant illumination
She waltzes from her table with a grace that makes even the most classed of women jealous
Her beauty shines brighter then all other in the room but she is too insecure to know how gorgeous she is
Her eyes burn with a fire so deep that only a glance into her soul will melt your heart

My world is at a loss for words when trying to attempt what I call conversation
And she smiles and indulges me for long enough to know that this is more the her being polite
It is a mystery beyond my comprehension, why she stands to hold me in her court
Beauty and the beast. Only instead of of the beast, I'm a bumbling artist of no concern to her or the rest of the world
Yet she has treated my like royalty, like someone who belongs to be a part of her world of fine living
She has found something inside of my broken down exterior to latch unto and to love

My exit goes unnoticed by all but one, the fairly tale princess
I wander away in a world all my own, my mind racing and excited for the chance I had with her
When from behind she grabs me by the shoulders and spins me around
For a moment stretching towards forever our eyes search the others for a sign
And then we kiss a kiss of passion so untamed that I hear fireworks in the background
Then she turns back and disappears into the dark...
And I'm left to wonder if we'll ever meet again, my fairy tale princess love

It rained all month... And the it was Spring

When pen and paper kiss their love creates the most beautiful sonnet, waiting to be read by you or I
Music flows off the page and into the hearts of those who hear
And I stand back and look at the world around me
I take you by the arm and we run through the fields together
I ask for your hand in marriage, to spend my life with you
You said maybe like a song, but maybe is a song with a lot chords and no melody
You walked back into town and lay quietly alone
The world's greatest artist were all tortured soul. Painfully brilliant until they day they died
And I am an unknown poet without a song on my lips
The words have been choked by the hand of evil, hoping that beauty will lose ground to the ache within my soul
Stand firm on the waves of the ocean that is life
For hopelessness will eventually give ground to bright blue skies

The Poet's Death

I am but a frail exterior of everything you've dreamed for me. I have wasted this life you have bestowed to me. I write but a fragment of the words you lay in my mind. A million lines of beautiful poetry lay dead at the bottom of the ocean that is my heart. I breathe without love, a sin for which I should've died long years ago. My hands create hate, while my heart is a murderer. All the good you've destined for me, and yet my words fall short night after night. My once clean slate has filled with evil intentions and lustful desires. But grace has fallen like a spring time rain, and I have bathed till my canvas was blank again, only to fall back into the mud that has plagued me for far too long. I know that you'll continue to forget the heartache that I cause time and time again. My heart is broken open with the continual pain of grief that comprises my daily existence. I stand alone, waiting for the briefest sense of peace to come and still my heart. Praying that the love of God would somehow penetrate my hardened heart.