Fairy-tales do not exist

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Fairy tales do not exist
and cupids arrow will always miss.
The evil queen will always win
and every girl is filled with sin.

There’s no golden fleece to protect us all
no fairy godmother to stop your fall.
The birds don’t clean and cats don’t talk
and there’s no such thing as the perfect walk.

There’s no bread crumbs to find your way
and no fire breathing dragon for you to slay.
Hearts are real and cannibalism does exist
and there’s no such thing as the perfect kiss.

The emerald city and the world of oz are just a dream
and yes, people really are that mean.
Parlour tricks and a clever tongue
and no the spell won’t break with the morning sun.

Fairy tales do not exist
but I think I might
just take that risk.

Karen Hayward ©2015. Image downloaded via google

Intricate whispers of love

Love me as you would a free bird soaring the skies
Love me as you would a rose you nurture daily
Love me as you would a rainbow
after a storm,
Love me as you would the storm
Love me as you would the fierce passion of the sea
Love me as you would winters first snow flake
Love me as you would a tempting Tigress,
Love me as you would a wounded kitten,
Love me as you would a diamond
Love me as you would soapstone.

… But desire me, desire me as though you own the gasps
that slip across my tongue…

Karen Hayward ©2018

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Dreams of a future told.

I’ve seen you a dream, I know.

A promise of happy show.

There in a crowded room,

smiling beneath an eternal moon.

I’ve seen you in the lake of life,

I know one day you’ll be my right.

I’ve seen you in the smiling eyes,

you are the answer to all my whys.

I’ve heard your whispers on the summer breeze,

your name travels through the endless trees.

I’ve called your name in my slumber,

you are my final wonder.

Now I know, I see it all.

The reasons why I had to fall.

Each day I grow, each day I am,

to become the one I know I can.

A tangled web of thorny way

a path, not a place to stay.

To love, to know, to accept,

the fallen tears that I have wept.

So I shall love with all my heart,

I accept my life is on this path.

Till I see you in a crowded room,

beneath a crying perfect moon.

Wings out stretched you’ll hold me tight,

and I will know i’ve find my light.