i recall fearing about when a girl would soon capture you're heart.so that i couldn't reach it ever again.it was so difficult to not tell you that."should i tell him?"i constantly asked myself everyday i was dropped back home.it clouded my head like fog on a street.just everywhere.until you spoke to me about it.and how ,"that's never going to happen."
"kyleigh"that was her name.the girl who captured your heart,and i didn't know.the girl who loved you as i did,which to this day brings tearsto my eyes.she took you away from me,i was like an orphan.abandoned,and alone.
from that moment forward,things were going smoothly.it was like a fairytale.you treated me like a princess,and you were my prince.to me it was magical.but little did i know how wicked things would turn out.not every fairytale end beautifully.
When I behold a forest spreadWith silken trees upon thy head;And when I see that other dressOf flowers set in comeliness;When I behold another graceIn the ascent of curious lace,Which, like a pinnacle, doth shewThe top, and the top-gallant too;Then, when I see thy tresses boundInto an oval, square, or round,And knit in knots far more than I.Can tell by tongue, or True-love tie;Next, when those lawny films I seePlay with a wild civility;And all those airy silks to flow,
Sweet serene sky-like flower,Haste to adorn her bower;From thy long cloudy bedShoot forth thy damask head!New-startled blush of Flora,The grief of pale Aurora,Who will contest no more,Haste, haste to strew her floor!Vermilion ball that's givenFrom lip to lip in heaven,Love's couch's coverlet,Haste, haste to make her bed!Dear offspring of pleased VenusAnd jolly plump Silenus,Haste, haste to deck the hairOf the only sweetly fair!