Monday, 23 February 2009
Ok, so Ad fancies himself as a bit of a poet... Dylan Thomas, he is not.
Drugstore Cinderella
She's the prayer that was answered,
Yet fell on deaf ears.
He is a jagged lullaby,
That failed to dry tears,
Her make up is smeared,
Yet her smile never cracks,
His picture speaks a thousand words,
While his mouth utters none,
They prop up the bar,
Close, but never together,
Her glass is half-full,
His always shattered,
The old men watching,
And have seen it all before,
To them she's an angel, yet jagged, yet pure.
But this is his hell,
She falls every night,
But never for him,
Not a thing he can do,
Nor a word he can tell her
'I wish you were mine, my drugstore Cinderella.'
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