Beautyandthebeast
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Bell was a poor girl, but she was smart
She had no time for men, only the arts.
One day he came, with the tongue of a snake
Told her pray and he’d take her away
From all the poverty, soreness, and shame
New and a bit alarming,
Were the howls and groans -
The ones masked by wolves and violent storms.
Violent storms much like the ones in Belle's head
and eyes - those, which sparkled, now hone.
I skim through these shelves
For stories I've never lived;
Through stories I've experienced
Within the walls of my head
Within the lines of this town.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and in my eyes I behold none so fair as I. For even the one they call Beauty, the Bell, is besotted by my lucious hair.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and in my eyes I behold none so fair as I. For even the one they call Beauty, the Bell, is besotted by my lucious hair.
Though you've loved, you may never love again
Enchantress speaks and waves her crurse once more
My love is now gone because of these men
I have every right to even the score
Life is not always fair
I gave you my heart
you paid me with pain
Although I love you, I cannot continue...
I swore love to you
You alone only gave me treachery
You ill-treated me without cease
Once upon a time there was a prince,
Ever dwelling amidst despondency and rage,
Those breeding his soul for persecution, and since
It dug its way into his chest, against his heart war will wage.
Once Upon A Time,
She heard the clock chime,
Only to tell her the magic was leaving,
But she didn't care for she was believing
She would see him again.
That blue dress and perfect hair,
