Because he was the star to your
bright
He was the honey to your
bee
He was the peas to your
pod
Silly little girl,
what were you...
to him?
Character: May Haruka
Twinkle, twinkle little star,
I've always wondered what you are.
Perhaps it doesn't matter now,
Because my fragile crystal walls are
crashing
down.
(down, down.)
~(***)~
For as long as you can remember,
there was nothing
special
about you.
Nothing at a l l.
Unlike him,
he was a dramatic flourish
all pine & verdigris & rouge red roses.
You were truly wonderstruck
He handed you the c r y s t a l,
and boy,
you got building alright.
-.-
You were relunctantly
falling,
(falling, falling.)
so hard.
You're not sure what to say
but his mass of peridot locks
is begging you
(*on it's knees*)
You want to run your fingers through it,
take control of him,
and kiss him s e n s e l e s s.
He makes you feel like the only girl in the world,
when he says,
"May I have this dance?"
Hormones rage wildly,
you thirst for his attention is quenched
like soda and a scorching summer day
He holds your gaze
like a kid would hold
melting vanilla ice cream.
Is that wrong?
-.-
Your glass castle is standing strong,
and you await
the night;
you know he'll choose you.
After all, what else could have those roses meant?
-.-
Turns out you're wrong.
You sigh and get up from the couch.
Maybe just a couple more scoops of ice cream.
Oh wait, you thought she would be crying?
Thing is, May's stronger than she looks.
Her wish didn't come true.
Her knight never came.
Never let go of what you love, right?
Every castle has to crash,
But the memories stay engraved
in your heart
and his
undoubtedly forever.
Wish, again, sweetheart.
You'd be surprised.
Um, okay. You should get the general point of this.
:D This is to spur all of you out there. It's not always angsty if you hold your head high.