Listen to this song when you are reading http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xk7xc_sigur-ros-hoppipolla_music#.UR-vEdVg-JA this is a poem from my blog... A brokenhearted princess sit on her bed. And the sun rose up shining upon her morning dread. Waves of emotion fall from love, and the meaning loss. She did not realize she sold her soul to the devil. And when she did it was a pricey cost. The man who was her all. Brings her to her knees she falls. Spun her dress from spider webs. In harmony with natures flows in ebbs. Sung of song. You can't hurry love, no you just have to wait But for years this had been her narrowed path, unique fate. She was tired of the lost hopes. Yet innocent to intentions binding ropes. She just wanted affection. She found a boy who loved her inflection. And found him her direction. Love was just a hoax. And he sure did coax. The little princesses mind. When she thought he was so kind. When all the pain. Brings all waves. People thinking it was rain She never wished to kill him. To her surprise, to his desires. Princess still wanted to fulfill them. But as the sun went down In her castle, she lay Why do I do this to myself everyday. Along came a admirer. Never noticed for he kept at bay. Threw a rock to her window Kneeled down on one knee Wanted to say I love you! Before you have been mine! She was so over took by this Her smile started to shyly shine. Down the spiraling staircase. Love's lament did the princess chase. And she got on his steed. They ran with such vigor and speed. Till morning was anew. When birds awoken the blessed few. Princess look to the sky. To the blinding hot disc. And shown her face, with not a care of a risk. To the ever-after moments and what has been done. To the brand new sun.
