A princess stuck in a tower, difference is, her hair is short,
But she also has a ladder yet she doesn't want to escape the fort.
A prince standing by the royal stairs, gaping at the midnight moon,
He dreamt of a perfect life but his love ran away all too soon.
A man cannot look into the mirror, weighed upon by a ruthless curse,
Regretting his life choices, wondering if only time could go reverse.
As bystanders they observe while the world passes by,
Watching them with fascination while they internally die.
It's not a feeling of hatred, but more of a jealousy that sparks,
The little flame of a match from which a forest fire embarks.
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"You're not rupanzel or belle or cinderella,
Let the facade fall and unleash your inner cruella."
YOU ARE READING
Eyes Bleed Gold
PoetryIncomplete history on century old stones, I decided to fill the voids with my own skin and bones. ...... Thoughts too complicated to say untwisted.
