'rendez-vous'(a faery tale)
'rendez-vous'
a fairy-tale.
the dialogue in italics is for the girl.
the dialogue in normal font is myself.
please enjoy this, thank you ahead of time to anyone who really reads it.
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tired and aggravated, my first thought was to leave
choking on my singularity, until i decided to breathe
i may be a hethan, but i know when to stop trying...
...that was a fact until i saw an angel crying
she wasn't flying, in fact, she stood by the punch
figured she was too good for me, but selfishly, i craved her touch
i knew as much, about love, as i had ever known before
and i knew i needed her, but my anxious anchor held me down to the floor
was ready to push off of the shore, and sail into the sunset
that's when i heard a voice, beckoning, "please, don't leave just yet"
turning, i saw her face and bashfully asked her what she was about
she laughed at the blunt question, and said she just needed to get out
she put her arm through mine, and we walked down to the street
she said she had seen me watching her, i blushed, and stared down at my feet
"i get tired too... "
"..i don't know what you mean.."
"i'm just like you, i grow weary of the vain night scene"
i felt my skin sting, as i watched her form the thoughts
"i just wish there was some big moutain that we could climb atop"
"whether or not you mean that, i think i know of a place"
she said i was very sweet and planted a kiss softly on my face
which grew into hope, which grew into a surreal expression
she thought i looked ridiculous, laughed, and asked if that was my intention
my pending pension and i reached the edge of an alcove
our noiseless splendor was finally interupted by a couple of loud crows
we sat and spoke of all our woes as time went by
eventually, i asked her why she had been crying
she got tear-eyed again, which i didn't mean to do
"there's no real compassion, and most people don't have a clue"
"i know, everyone's got their minds wrapped up in what doesn't matter-
-who has the biggest and best in a world where ego's will surely shatter"
"and i'm not trying to flatter, but you have the most beautiful skin ever"
gently, i traced her cheekbone with my finger, as she said, "clever"
and i'll remember this next part forever: there in the park,
my heart was jump-started and was more than ready to embark
even in the dark, her glow was more radiant than a thousand burning crosses
burning in memory of those who'd suffered emotional losses
i pushed her hair aside, as i stared down at her lips
"you're far too lovely, a divine angel, please tell me you DO exist"
she pushed me over as she laughed, her cheeks turning red
"silly boy", said she, as her fingers moved up the back of my head
could've been dead, i wouldn't have known
it's funny how life intesify's the things we're shown
at the pinnacle of excitement, we leaned forward to meet
and though our lips touched, i could feel it down to my feet
in a clutch i've never clutched before, i held her there
this post-modern girl held her thought-inflicted stare
both obsessed with the other's mind, with no worry of harm
-at that realization she settled into my arms-
i knew it was forever, our aura emanated a compassionate connection
thrown together because of love's misconception
there was no misdirection, no, i never miss
the life restored to my death....from just one kiss..
"i will love you always, and with the brightest of flames"
"this kiss, our heart's promise,....i'm wesley, what's your name?"
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a fairy-tale.
the dialogue in italics is for the girl.
the dialogue in normal font is myself.
please enjoy this, thank you ahead of time to anyone who really reads it.
+
tired and aggravated, my first thought was to leave
choking on my singularity, until i decided to breathe
i may be a hethan, but i know when to stop trying...
...that was a fact until i saw an angel crying
she wasn't flying, in fact, she stood by the punch
figured she was too good for me, but selfishly, i craved her touch
i knew as much, about love, as i had ever known before
and i knew i needed her, but my anxious anchor held me down to the floor
was ready to push off of the shore, and sail into the sunset
that's when i heard a voice, beckoning, "please, don't leave just yet"
turning, i saw her face and bashfully asked her what she was about
she laughed at the blunt question, and said she just needed to get out
she put her arm through mine, and we walked down to the street
she said she had seen me watching her, i blushed, and stared down at my feet
"i get tired too... "
"..i don't know what you mean.."
"i'm just like you, i grow weary of the vain night scene"
i felt my skin sting, as i watched her form the thoughts
"i just wish there was some big moutain that we could climb atop"
"whether or not you mean that, i think i know of a place"
she said i was very sweet and planted a kiss softly on my face
which grew into hope, which grew into a surreal expression
she thought i looked ridiculous, laughed, and asked if that was my intention
my pending pension and i reached the edge of an alcove
our noiseless splendor was finally interupted by a couple of loud crows
we sat and spoke of all our woes as time went by
eventually, i asked her why she had been crying
she got tear-eyed again, which i didn't mean to do
"there's no real compassion, and most people don't have a clue"
"i know, everyone's got their minds wrapped up in what doesn't matter-
-who has the biggest and best in a world where ego's will surely shatter"
"and i'm not trying to flatter, but you have the most beautiful skin ever"
gently, i traced her cheekbone with my finger, as she said, "clever"
and i'll remember this next part forever: there in the park,
my heart was jump-started and was more than ready to embark
even in the dark, her glow was more radiant than a thousand burning crosses
burning in memory of those who'd suffered emotional losses
i pushed her hair aside, as i stared down at her lips
"you're far too lovely, a divine angel, please tell me you DO exist"
she pushed me over as she laughed, her cheeks turning red
"silly boy", said she, as her fingers moved up the back of my head
could've been dead, i wouldn't have known
it's funny how life intesify's the things we're shown
at the pinnacle of excitement, we leaned forward to meet
and though our lips touched, i could feel it down to my feet
in a clutch i've never clutched before, i held her there
this post-modern girl held her thought-inflicted stare
both obsessed with the other's mind, with no worry of harm
-at that realization she settled into my arms-
i knew it was forever, our aura emanated a compassionate connection
thrown together because of love's misconception
there was no misdirection, no, i never miss
the life restored to my death....from just one kiss..
"i will love you always, and with the brightest of flames"
"this kiss, our heart's promise,....i'm wesley, what's your name?"
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