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