Author: San Carpenter PM
Delusions and the unrequited whatsit.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst/Romance - Words: 89 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 08-12-06 - id: 2229388
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Cling close, and let my hair curtain us
From the world we hold so inordinately dear.I grew it out for you- and this
Years of preparation for momentary bliss.
I saw your hands in tumbling locks
And your seraphic smiles in my dreams.I held dear the prophesy that I wove for myself
Like the dress a princess-girl might ask of an elf.
But my fantasy's rejected
These strands form steel, not silk.I unknowingly worked prison-knots
And locked out the world 'till we forgot.