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LiesI thought you were confused,
Indecision and bewilderment woven into your eyes so blue.
But you knew it was me all along.
Its taking almost everything I have to stay strong.
Everyone laughed when she asked you for me not a chance.
So it was my mistake that I believed with me you would go to the dance.
My mistake; I guess it always is.
It was my mistake thinking with you I would share my first kiss.
My heart is breaking this has happened before.
Now I know not to believe in fairy tales and lore.
My heart says to stay hopeful things will look up.
But my mind is screaming to give up.
I'm sick of trying.
Inside I feel like I'm slowly dying.
You have broken me.
You would know if you cared, or even if you see.
You're still beautiful, and it kills me inside.
Even worse that my trust in you survives.
I need to move on,
Even though I've tried and failed all along.
Spark A FlameThere's something wrong with me.
Something only I can currently see.
I search for your familiar face every chance I get.
But you to do the same? I would not place that bet.
Am I going crazy? Am I really falling for you?
No, there's no way the latter could be true.
But the first I would not deny,
Because you never see me, I can never catch your eye.
Am I naïve? Or just immature?
You'll never see me of this I am sure.
My mind is unraveling, slowly coming undone.
I wish I could walk away and say "I'm done."
But I cannot bring myself to do it.
Its taking everything I have just to get through it.
I cant walk away there's something about you.
Something woven deep into your eyes of blue.
There's some fire in you something I cant figure out.
It burns bright and beautiful amazing, without at doubt.
Something in the way you talk, the way you smile.
Your innocence is infantile.
Your heart is filled with compassion,
And a love that's everlasting.
I'm not exactly su
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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