Verona Valentine

A Fading Fairytale

I take a bite at the poison apple
I suddenly start to fall
What a shame
What a horror

Clock strikes twelve and I runaway
Leaving my slippers made of glass
I watch behind me and I look away
Will we see each other in another day?

A kiss of love I yearn
For a kiss of love I wait
When will I ever learn?
There is nothing to debate

I remain asleep in tangled heartstrings
Waiting for my prince to wake me
Reality dawns; reveals its ugly bearings
He will never come to save me

It’s too soon to give up
But it’s too late to hope
I remain lifeless and sleeping
But there you are trying to cope

Don’t bother, my sweet, don’t waste
Just breathe, my love, don’t wail
Good bye, my darling, my heart
You can’t save this fading fairytale

Submitted: Thursday, May 15, 2008
Edited: Saturday, November 15, 2008

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