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BreakawayHolding my hand is making a promise But eyes can be martyrs and lovers and ice If poets were pebbles the earth would be broken If dreamers were water we'd drown in their sleepBreakaway
And the clocks keep on ticking When we've all gone away
The slippers don't fit her, but she loves to dance Cinderella goes barefoot, her head held high Way up in the palace her dreams will all come true And yet what she needs may not be what he gives
If this is our fairy tale Why are you still a frog?
Stars have stopped falling and hearts aren't breaking Sand runs t
by ~sarah-christine
StopThere was once a little girl Who was as silent as the stones Without a way to voice her thoughts She was always all alone Her fears she locked away And her dreams her wants her hope Until that fateful day When she told the world to stopStop
When she spoke she spoke to nothing And to everything as well She closed her sorrowed eyes And told the world to be still No one could have predicted The power in her voice When she spoke her simple word It seemed they had no choice
On that day time stood still The people ceased to breathe
by ~sarah-christine
Card HousesThe sculpture stands triumphant Proud figures gleaming Jokers and aces leaning together Always smiling at their unspoken humor Layer upon layer stacked up to the sky A home for your dreams to live inCard Houses
Inside the walls are painted Figures and shapes in an abstract collage So glossy so colorful so lovely This home could never fall This magical dwelling
And life goes on so perfectly Your dreams dancing in their enthralling palace Dancing singing Warming your heart Until a soft &n
by ~sarah-christine
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