Wanting to be haunted

Cinderella

The prince leans to the girl in scarlet heels,
Her green eyes slant, hair flaring in a fan
Of silver as the rondo slows; now reels
Begin on tilted violins to span

The whole revolving tall glass palace hall
Where guests slide gliding into light like wine;
Rose candles flicker on the lilac wall
Reflecting in a million flagons' shine,

And glided couples all in whirling trance
Follow holiday revel begun long since,
Until near twelve the strange girl all at once
Guilt-stricken halts, pales, clings to the prince

As amid the hectic music and cocktail talk
She hears the caustic ticking of the clock.

Sometimes, at times, most times

It can't go on forever
It would if it could
But there is no use talking
For it couldn't if it would

-Walter Sickert

When i say cute

You say incredibly.

Here we are

'Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now, live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I've taken for granted.'
-Sylvia Plath

Love by yourself