Two must start a fire

What`s the use of having a harlot or two beside your bed
When you can`t even tell how does it began and where will it lead
What`s the use of the ardent kisses and passionate hugs
If it`s just lust that you have?

Love isn`t lust and lust isn`t love
It`s not either connected on how you act
Lust is like a fire burning bright
But cannot sustain the light all trough the night.

Love is like the woods that keep the fire burning
It lightens the whole room and remove chilling
Love alone can sustain the blaze to remain
Yet it takes two to start it over and over again.

poem by MiJ HeNrieL
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I`m Not Prince Charming And Will Never Be...

I
I saw Cinderella in the marketplace
Her clothes ragged and one of her shoes without a lace
Tiny drops of sweat ran across her beautiful face
Wearing an expected grimace.

As I were approaching to help her lift her baggage
There came from nowhere her stepsisters
My temper rose to it`s peak when suddenly I saw
Cinderella is now picking the items she bought a while ago.

Those wicked women I want to torture
And imprison them in hell forever
Cinderella, I want to help her be free
But I`m not Prince Charming and will never be.

II
I saw Snow White eating an apple from the wicked witch
She fell down on earth while the laughter grew
I saw Snow White put in a coffin by the seven dwarfs

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