Thursday, September 30
A hundred memories in black and white.
I never dreamt of you in colour.
Our world had all the shades of grey I could have imagined,
But not a single hue of blue or pink.
I never wondered why.
They didn’t seem dull,
Those memories in black and white.
Afterall, what’s a rainbow when you have the pot of gold?
I never imagined perfection beyond this fairytale.
My prince, my champion, my only.
Yet someday even princesses must grow up.
Even glass slippers break, even legs fuse back to fins, before the story ends.
And our story has ended.
My knight, wear my favour on thy sword no longer, but seek thee thy true lady.
I am not she.
My prince, my knight, my past.
A hundred memories in black and white.
Someday I’ll see in colour.
Til then, I’ll burn my hundred memories in black and white.
Of you.
[i dreamt of a prince who'd sweep me off my feet. remember? and remember i said he had to be strong enough to carry me, cos i didn't want to hurt myself falling? haha. well. then i had another dream. let's not go into that, but let's say another dream is still a dream, still a crazy dream at that. well here's to that dream! we all wake up from dreams, you know.]
it must've been love.
5:27 pm
xoxo
