happily ever after
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im trying my hardest to keep my head up but ive been pushing through as best i can no matter how hard i try i cant seem to make friends it seems as though i'll never be able to communicate
Love is when you get to hang out with that special someone every day. Love is when they buy you a pretty bracelet with their name on it. Love is that cute picture you share on Instagram to make all your friends jealous.
Each new life brought into this world begins with,
Once Upon a Time: Aladdin Once upon a time in the lands of sand There was a gent’ named Aladdin Whose life wasn’t a fairyland He had to steal everything just to get by
We danced and danced Until I floated away, I remembered the dream Like it was yesterday. He fought for me, With all of his might, We traveled so far, All day and all night.
Rubies glint on the sill in the light of the sun-- A light she'd once seen through miles of murk. "Happily ever after" she heard herself say, While her stranger of a husband prepared for his work.
Tonight the dogs fought, Sounding all at once Like a thousand people screaming And a flight of hundreds of crows taking off, Their wings smacking the air All at once in a horrendous cacophony of noise:
"Once upon a time" is always the preface of a princess story. A story where the guy finds the girl and saves her from the position that she's been put in. Where her black and white world suddenly has color.
Whether it is sooner or later, people will reveal their true colors. Eventually, the sparkling gleam of fairytales and new beginnings fades into the dark enchanted woods of reality. Imperfections. Losses. Disappointments. Failures.
Once upon a time, in a town far away, You know how the story goes; There lived a young girl with ebony black hair, Snow white skin, and lips red as the rose;
If only I could live But Happily Ever After Is a myth in itself.
Writing on a page is like putting scars on skin. They both leave stories. However, while ink will fade and pencil smudge away, scars on skin are things that stay. A blank page can be equated to the pureness of a child.