Belletristic.

Belle of the Ball.

Like uncharted territory, i wanna' dwelve deep.
Deeper into your hair and possibly reveal.
All that you truly are when you're fast asleep.
Do miracles exist, and can time really stand still.

I deliberate and i investigate.
The flames engulf you, the cold reminds you.
Is it true love or do you just infatuate.
All of them men, even some women are in love with you too.

The grass, the oh so green grass.
And as you prance around in your blue dress.
Trees turn to stone and the seas freeze to glass.
Even the eagles land and to you they all confess.

A new life she brings to all who breathe her in.
Her smile, her name and even her hands.
Within her atmosphere, something extraordinary begins.
These wars and hatred are all just pretend.

I've always suspected and i've always claimed.
You hold and uncanny resemblance to the special someone.
Who visits me in dreams with self-proclaimed fame.
You tease me, you please me, you should know it isn't fun.

Among these people, between these walls.
Here she wanders and there she creeps.
She's the brightest there is, she's the Belle of the Ball.
But never a day, will she fall into the deep.

For should that day come.
Our hopes and dreams would cease to exist.
Something catches in her throat, all dirty and lumped.
As she falls, we'll grasp her firmly in our fists.

For should her blue dress turn black.
She'd make us repair it with more than just glue.
And if her pumps go all greyish and slack.
She'd turn us into filthy rags, smelly likes shoes.

So now i must confess with no time to spare.
Would she be there to swim the blue seas.
Without concern and without despair.
For now i must depart, to put my soul at ease.

To battle her demons, and conquer my fears.
Of losing the battle, and never return.
For if that were so, i hope she actually tears.
Proof of her love that will always, always burn.