"Cinderella Was a Dreamer"
The fabric sits just waiting.
My steady hands debating.
The machine hums quietly to itsself ontop the table.
Gently, do I hold you,
And you do as you are told to,
And the needle goes as fast as it is able.
Around all the twists and turns,
It sews neatly with no concern.
And with my scissors I trim off the extra pieces.
Next comes the decorations.
The silver beads and a cloth carnation.
And some little ribbons to sew over the little creases.
Next I do the hem.
Some lace makes a lovely trim.
It's finished and I did it all before dawn.
I hold the dress up to behold,
And the seems, it seems, they glow.
And I rush behind the curtain to try it on.
When I look into the mirror,
It couldnt be any clearer
That the thoughts I thought before just weren't right.
I take off the silly dress,
Without any tenderness.
I can't just turn into a princess over night.
The fabric sits just waiting.
My steady hands debating.
The machine hums quietly to itsself ontop the table.
Gently, do I hold you,
And you do as you are told to,
And the needle goes as fast as it is able.
Around all the twists and turns,
It sews neatly with no concern.
And with my scissors I trim off the extra pieces.
Next comes the decorations.
The silver beads and a cloth carnation.
And some little ribbons to sew over the little creases.
Next I do the hem.
Some lace makes a lovely trim.
It's finished and I did it all before dawn.
I hold the dress up to behold,
And the seems, it seems, they glow.
And I rush behind the curtain to try it on.
When I look into the mirror,
It couldnt be any clearer
That the thoughts I thought before just weren't right.
I take off the silly dress,
Without any tenderness.
I can't just turn into a princess over night.
- Last seen on Sep 3 7:52 PM 2007. Member since September 7, 2003.
- I'm a carnelian hope poet for 135 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "Nothing's like being held sometimes...".
- I am a 21 year old girl (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a artist.
- Visit my homepage at www.livejournal.com/users/webleedpaint
- I have 135 comments, 31 poems, 1 story
My Poetry
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Oh, God, I think I'm breaking,And the world will not stand still.The ground beneath me trembling And I think I'm getting ill.Nothing to hold13 lines, 3 comments, December 14, 2005. In Personal
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But still she only tells me, "No.
I will wait until I see the snow."93 lines, 4 comments, June 16, 2004. In Sad -
Poetic as a lover's pen,
The rain, it makes me think again.25 lines, 5 comments, May 17, 2004. In Hope -
It's only 5 am and the sunlight has already started
pouring into our bed.23 lines, 8 comments, April 5, 2004. In Love
My Stories
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Tear drops are so ordinary. They always fall, always down, always in tiny, beautiful droplets and streams. Sometimes in the light you think you see them shimmer, but you don’t.177 lines, 1 comment, December 7, 2003. In <200 lines, Other
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klassy lassy on November 7, 2006emvyar says it exactly! How fresh and real, the woman behind these words who dreams! Perhaps it's not ruffles and lace, but blue jeans which really talk! I am looking forward to reading more. ~ Karen
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emvyar on October 20, 2006Cinderella, Dreamstress, is STILL a Killer.....
Was good to re-Live this one... again.
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