41. Fairytale
You were perfect,
I was scarred
Yet one day
the Prince asked Cinderella
for a dance.
And I wish that was it
But as the story goes on
You realize happily ever after
doesn't exist.
And why would it?
Life isn't fair.
It never was.
It never will be.
But when you were there,
My life was a beautiful lie,
Now a painful truth.
My fairytale died
And so did I.
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Ethereal
PoetryHis ethereal soul Creeping its way into my hellhole If only I could stop him If only I could forget him But his ethereal soul Is what makes me whole. **** Third poetry book everyone! Ethereal-A book written in the memory of lost love. **** 🌟 Second...
