beauty and the beast
Tale old as time
Classical as Mozart
Old as Beethoven
The pages aging in dusty air
Catching mothballs
Yellowing with time
Front cover clawed and slashed through
Gold lettering tipped in red liquid
Placed on a oak wood stand
Surrounded by old petals from valentine roses
Glass shattered tears
Danced on the floor
Their love story forbidden
And guilt ridden with a sinful curse
A broken heart
Emptied of its love
Has to learn to love and to feel
Their names were feeble and fragile
And barely crossed the scarlet lips of people of today
Beauty and the beast
I shall tell you the story of this love story
Look into the glass mirror
And I shall take you to a time
When love was deep, not shallow
I learned to love him
Yes I learned to love the beast
But I learned to love myself
Because I was also a beast too
Mine just had a face of an angel
As we walk into the castle take notice
of the daunting figure
Hiding between velvet stained curtains
Hollowed eyes piercing daggers into the reflective glass
Back arched and curved
Chest heaved and expanded
And slightly turned on from slight touch
Air of loneliness opaque and slicing through the thick layer of rock
In his heart but barely reaching the fleshy pulp of feelings
Pumping emotion , but no one to receive his love
He was atrophying in his love for somewhere distant
He longed for love real and true
But he was so caught up in the love for self,
But he didn't really love himself that much
He use it for a wall
He blocked out any words of love
Belle came she opened his world
She healed his hard shell of hurt
He learned to love again
He didn't just learn how to love again
He learned to feel
He melted his exterior
He began to embody his interior
Beauty
His heart never pumped the same
His beat in sync with belle’s
He bloomed into a rose
His petals once withered and dried
Now alive with life
He met belle
A woman put in a box
Trapped in the stereotypes
She was told she was dreamer too much
To put the books aside
And to focus on life
Stop skipping around
In la la land
Open your legs and let gaston in
Don’t protest
Bite your tongue
He's hot and slimy
Let him slither in
The town
rushing in with pithforkic
thoughts of conformity
shall I tell you the modern tale of a real-life beauty and the beast
come closer and hear this tale of beauty and the beast...........
maybe some other time
tale as old as time
song as old as rhyme
beauty and the beast