"The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath.
And emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky
Never revealing their depth.
Tell me that we belong together,
Dress it up with the trappings of love.
I'll be captivated,
I'll hang from your lips,
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above."
Stop me and steal my breath.
And emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky
Never revealing their depth.
Tell me that we belong together,
Dress it up with the trappings of love.
I'll be captivated,
I'll hang from your lips,
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above."
My mind is cumbersome after a tiresome day of travels and wearing the mask that conceals these blue eyes.
It never ceases to amaze me at all the trivial things that send my mind spiraling. Silly as it may be but watching a modern take on Cinderella is reminiscent of days growing up. She's depicted as a poor, hard working girl living among the spoiled half wits of the prestigious. She's mocked, made fun of and pushed to tears. Her prince is like Romeo, from a family that's an "important" fixture of society. This movie has yet to end but the truth has been revealed as the girl was publicly humiliated and pushed to tears. This "prince" watched as this girl had tears streaming down her face. Funny, but this girl, this Cinderella is very much like me. An outcast drifting through society with no face, no name, no love.
It never ceases to amaze me at all the trivial things that send my mind spiraling. Silly as it may be but watching a modern take on Cinderella is reminiscent of days growing up. She's depicted as a poor, hard working girl living among the spoiled half wits of the prestigious. She's mocked, made fun of and pushed to tears. Her prince is like Romeo, from a family that's an "important" fixture of society. This movie has yet to end but the truth has been revealed as the girl was publicly humiliated and pushed to tears. This "prince" watched as this girl had tears streaming down her face. Funny, but this girl, this Cinderella is very much like me. An outcast drifting through society with no face, no name, no love.
From the first moment I ever heard the song "I'll be," I've daydreamed, wished for, hoped for and prayed for a man's feelings to speak those lyrics and his love to serenade me. Maybe, just maybe, one day this Cinderella will find her prince. This mask that covers my face has yet to be removed as it eagerly and wearily waits for the prince's hands to embrace it, remove it and love the girl behind it.
