Beautiful Disaster by Glasses-And-Blades, literature
Literature
Beautiful Disaster
You came to me-
a sinner with wild eyes
and saw me as an angel.
I had flowers in my hair,
you had blood on your hands.
You saw my love as a halo
circling my flyaway hair
and thought my forgiveness to be wings
that could lift my frail body into the air.
But I got down next to you
on hands and knees
and showed you the slits in my soul,
the imperfections marring my body.
Yet you still looked at me with wonder in your eyes
saying my heart was still more pure than a human's would be.
And slipping my small hands in between yours
blood slid between them,
staining my hands along with yours
and I promised you
I'd save you if you saved me, too.
A
A magic unspoken;
a spell that is broken.
Away flies her dreams into silver streaked skies.
A girl that has woken
by kiss, just a token
of love from a prince who has tears in his eyes.
Forgotten thorns scattered
on earth; nothing mattered,
His flesh bramble-caught, pulled taut till it tore
His heart pitter-pattered.
A glass coffin shattered;
shard diamonds glittered the dress that she wore.
The sun blessed them both
as the pair plight their troth;
away slid the brambles at first light of dawn.
For love and their oath
had banished the growth
from the curse cast in past, so wickedly sworn.
they say
her heart
is like a hurricane-
a molten mess
of those she had loved
for boys muttered
mindlessly
lightning lies
on their tongues,
with no respect
to the storm
she'd become