I wrote this with Vidablogg. This was something I have never done before but enjoyed doing so much. She wrote me her thoughts and I used her words to write this. I felt honored to get to do this with her and it was truly a partnership in emotion. Thank you for writing this piece with me!!!
Written by Vidablogg and HastyWords
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A fairy tale encounter
My prince charming
My sweet happy ending
Handsomely disarming
Blind trust swept me away
Carried me in a river deep
Even the sun and the moon
Fell and bowed at your feet
Eventually the tide came
And tried to pull me under
Your mask came off
And I began to see
The colors that defined you
The realness that was you
Started to bleed from streams
Once golden to muddy brown
I try to hold the mask on
To hid the facade beneath
Afraid to unveil the truth
To lose this hope I clung too
Where did my prince charming go
The man I keep hoping will return
I stayed too long, I see that now
What once I loved, is broken sorrow
Broken glass reflecting what was
Can’t be fixed without the cracks
Damaged and bitter are the shards
You left stuck wounding my soul
Once a prince you became a thief
Robbing me of the person I was
No more dreams or hope for me
I am hurt, confused, and wrecked
Lost in my fairy tale haze of dreams
I sit alone in my castle walls
Locking up my own broken heart
To beat solitary among these halls
HASTYWORDS 
That’s really nice
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Fairy tales do become distance with old age. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
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This is such a strong poem hasty, so well written. I loved
“I try to hold the mask on/To hid the facade beneath/Afraid to unveil the truth/To lose this hope I clung too”
and
“Broken glass reflecting what was/Can’t be fixed without the cracks”
brilliant writing.
Oh and is that hasty kid in the pic? I almost didnt recognise her in the wig
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Yes :). She was a few years younger 🙂
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But still adorable!
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Interesting, now the world I live in at best, can be confusing, your last post strike nerve.
With love toad
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I am so honored to have written this with you. I am so happy with the end result, could not have asked for a better partner 🙂
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Absolutely beautiful!
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Absolutely beautiful!
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I was not feeling the muse this morning until I read your post / poem. Thank you both.
(Hid or hide?)
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Hide…good catch :). I will correct soon 🙂
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Sometimes I have to let the proof reading gnome have a say. It makes him happy if he can help something beautiful shine even more. Other times he just has to zippit. I hope you did not mind.
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No I prefer it 🙂
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I loved it completely. Also understood and saw it for me, in me. Was my life.
Once a prince you became a thief
Robbing me of the person I was
No more dreams or hope for me
I am hurt, confused, and wrecked
Lost in my fairy tale haze of dreams
I sit alone in my castle walls
Locking up my own broken heart
To beat solitary among these halls
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We all have our broken fairy tales I think. I really enjoyed writing this one…I could also relate to the feelings she had.
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Reminds me of JERK. Thought he was the best thing to come along, then he showed who he was and ripped my world away. Worse than the guy that raped me.
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Yea…it makes it worse because we think we can trust someone again even though that is the hardest thing to do and then we find out we were wrong. And it sucks.
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Yeah. It has definitely scarred me. I’m working on them though. Just is taking time.
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Keep working…don’t give up. There is a place where you find yourself better and the scars aren’t as noticeable.
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For those of my gene pool in the end are eyes open. I’ve been doing my best to tell my daughter, she sides with the others.
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What are you telling your daughter that she sides with someone else?
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My belief is that she has a gift, which this addict coupled with life living through a product of his environment has stumbled on. May have this gift, the only way I am able know them is by touching? I had an interesting thought, possibly you’re one of the gifted maybe this why I feel your karma. However you connected with me another interesting question?
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All interesting questions…where are you from?
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fifth generation BC Canada? My great great grandmother Maria Mahoi google her?
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Canada 🙂 Your webpage is amazing and I can’t wait to delve more into who you are!
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Yes I’m Canadian, however there is only one human race!
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Very true!
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One day. Actually some people on here are helping a lot. It’s amazing the family that I’m building. I love it. It helps. I know I’m not alone.
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It is a beautiful thing to find beauty in words of support.
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It is. And it makes me love this world more and more. Support is awesome, especially when you find those that have been there, and understand, or are willing to try and understand.
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Awwww well you can always talk to me…you have my email…so anytime…I am around. 🙂
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Thanks Lovie. That always makes me feel better.
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I will contemplate this attention, it’s not often women are so outreach towards me, most times I me as far as society allows…
Thanks toad
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ok 🙂
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We are never alone it’s a state of mind, we are held back! Maybe a magical karma debt?
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maybe 🙂
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I have been trying to place my theories into words, so that all those sentient life forms may have the same opportunity as I and possibly you!
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Keep writing! It’s always good to write…share!
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Even when you ladies make comments, the skill in you’re writing show. Only in my dreams and the delusional world I move through, could place in order the words as you ladies. Sweet magical love!
toad
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Thank you for such a sweet compliment 🙂
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