Here I lie
imprisoned in the wire
that trips you-
your eyes frozen on my face
your hands slashed from my defenses-
a thousand years have passed
I wait for a prince who can cut through these barbed thorns
overgrown with roses
that burst from my heart-
a prince who will come
but find his sleeping beauty dead:
the spindle stabbed through her soul.
A contest entry
- ***30 Minutes*** by deleteit.
300 points, ended February 24, 2007, 5 entries
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Comments
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So sad... I love it! ^___^ lol, it's really cool
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interesting...I like this.
Keep ti up!
pegleg -
Bitter sweet love ... waiting...aching...yearning only to find it...too late. Interesting. Thanks for entering
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