cinder girl
Soot and starlight were the velvet and diamonds she wore to plead with the night. The gold of her curls was the only gold she owned, and that was tarnished by ashes. Slave by day to the whim of the wicked, she was slave by night to furtive dreams stolen from the teeth of the morning and hidden in the cobwebs of her heart. Someday... someday my prince will come... someday I will be rid of soot and starlight... someday I will be free. And later, after midnight, another midnight, when she was a fine grand lady with soft hands and an electric mixer, she realised that she was still a cinder girl, lying singed in the fading embers of a dream that was never hers. Still a slave, but now, cold gold bracelets were the shackles she wore to plead with the empty kitchen as the clock struck twelve and the dream died...
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Songs of Suburbia
PoetryPoems vaguely related to the suburban/urban experience. Mostly written in the early hours of the morning when I should be studying, but I hope you enjoy! (also, the earlier ones are from a while ago - the quality gets better later on I hope :P) ©...
