Why is it that when the clock strikes midnight I feel the most alone? Maybe it is because that midnight is when the fairytale ends. Maybe it is the 12 long strokes of the clock that tick in my mind one by one reminding me of the pain. One tear falls each tick, one sob escapes for each tock.
There is no glass slipper for me to return, there is only a piece of my heart missing. I ask that you protect it so that one night when the clock does strike midnight you can fit it into the proper place and blow the storm of my eyes out of sight and instead of a tear and a sob, bring a hug and a kiss.
Midnight brings the pain as I lie awake every night since you have been gone praying for the welcoming sun so I may see your smile in the day, hear your laughter in the wind and feel your warmth. And each day as the sun slowly sets my hopes of you returning to fix my broken heart fade only to be replaced with the torture of 12 midnight strokes reminding me of the pain.
I pledge to you my princess that I will keep fighting the horror of midnight and follow my trail of tears back to you and forever be your prince charming that we may live happily ever after.
Love will replace fear, hurt be overrun by healing. Midnight replaced by 12 beats of our hearts entwined.
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