wanted to write this yesterday but the damn net died on me. so i write this now.

Boy and girl
Up the hill
Past the forest
On a boat
Across the forest
Dash the falls
To a new world
a new new life
Run
Run
Run away
Under the night sky
Hand in hand

A cliche

The boy fell, feet tripped on rotted
root, bone split and shattered
blood the crimson pain of realism
colors of purple spread and the boy walks
no more
Fever dreaming
then no more, no more
The girl in fury and anger and gried
and insanity
throws herself on the rocks
Body smashed and pain, real as it is intense
or intense because it is real
And with her dying breath
she curses her parents, the world, God
But not love

For both believed in love
They were in love, with a
fairytale
That will probably never come true