Glow

Once upon a time when there was no Edward and Jacob to distract girls, lived Glow in her little white cottage with a red thatched roof. In those days, mothers would read their girls bedtime stories about ever lasting love, filling their minds with love and love, making them a hopeless romantic. They would assure their daughters that someday when they will be the beauties of the village, the prince would come riding on a horse, just for their hand for marriage. He would be the most handsome man in the world, a complete gentleman, not to mention the richest. Glow had believed so too. Since the day she turned sixteen, she had dressed everyday in her best Sunday frock, her hair set neat and silky in a pile, a beautiful pearl necklace framing her tiny neck. Every morning as she would go down for breakfast, her mother would cry out in happiness. Glow looked breath taking.


'My child! You are beautiful,' her mother, Olive, would hug her tightly, tears welling up in her eyes. She was one proud mother. She still couldn't believe that she played a big part making this beauty for she was no looker herself, however her prince had come too. He was a farmer's son, not the most handsome nor the richest but a thorough and thorough gentleman. She loved her Richard. She was sure her daughter would have a real prince herself.

Until now. Glow turned 20 and there was no sign of the prince. She grew tired of dressing everyday and was back to her old tomboy look. Olive wasn't taking this well. She still had hope but how will anybody fall in love with her daughter when she looked like a 13 year old boy?

'Glow, you need to shed these clothes and wear the purple gown I bought last week'

'No, mother. I am tired of these games' her daughter looked content and smiled a little. She was very disheartened before that there had been no prince for her. The stories she grew up with and what she truly believed in were all fake words. Now she knew the prince doesn't always come looking, the princess had to do some work too. She was working on it.

There was this Timmy, the farmer's son she had a crush on. There was John who made her blush. There was Fred, her almost best friend and there were others except The Prince but of course he was taken by Cinderella, Snow White, Bell, Princess Aurora and the others. She got over it. Glow was a happy girl.



..but the happy ending can be in your hands <3



Bored out of mind. Decided to wrote this senseless story. Books are my fate these days. Where are you guys? I see no comments (what I mean is Less comments). By the way, this picture made me laugh.
 

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Sidrah xx o(^-^)o

Their Happily Ever After

After the end, it began
The princess had one complain
Fairy tale is a mocking lie
The prince couldn't afford a sigh
No more of a fond glance
Only despair and silence


Some love did exist in her soul
She was lost in her own turmoils
He was not happy to pretend
No solace nor any delight
Spark was lost, the moment had fled
Bound together, anxious to be freed

Sidrah xx o(^-^)o

Earth is Full. Go Home.

Little Hearts come flying, beating in a rhythm
We say, ‘Earth is full. Go home’
Little Hearts protest, beating in a rhythm
They shed their blood on us
They keep us warm
Still we say, ‘Earth is full. Go home’
We are dying from the thirst
We refuse to drink their tears
We could save ourselves
If we only keep them, near
But we say ‘Earth is full. Go home’
Little Hearts stop beating
They are gone
They promise they will keep in touch.
The Earth is theirs. They will come home.

What is this? Am obsessed with this love thing. Next time i will post something normal. Yesh.

Sidrah xx o(^-^)o

Cure for My Soul

There is another world that we are not aware of. It is inside us, around us and it is us. Reach out with your mind and you might actually feel it. Look at the stars, they make a sign and give u clues, the patterns in the wall if u stare hard enough, faces in the clouds, the sound of waves, drip drop of rain… ignored and forgotten. Our souls are trapped in our bodies and they want to be let go, can you clear your mind of all the hatred and let them take the lead? Broaden your believes and make your heart bigger. Love is the word.

Soul - i am pure.. don't try to change me.. i can't bear the pain of the hate you have given me.. i am the song, be my melody.. let me drown you .. the love is my sea.

Sidrah xx o(^-^)o

Be Who You Are

Unknown to me are the things I fall for
Unknown to me is the love I long for
In love for the sake of being in love
I do not own my mind
Honesty is what I wait for.

I fear what I should not, I fear what others think of me, I don’t say things I badly want to cos I fear they will laugh at me. Why? They are just like me, mere humans. Am not less than them, nor better. Our attitude is what makes us. Trust yourself, own your mind. Criticism is only words. Do not fear it. Be who you are.

Sidrah xx o(^-^)o