The Fairytale? Poem by Regan Meade

The Fairytale?



Lips sear the ski.
Hands slid leavig heated trails.
Whispers of nothing echo in the air.
Clasped hands.
Silk bushing against silk.

A mocking laughter.
Dried tear stains.
Painful heartaches.
A single fool.

A nightmare,
That's what it was.
A past memory.

A fairytale.
A fictional story

Many a person dont get that fairytale happy ending.

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Regan Meade

Regan Meade

Las Cruses, New Mexico
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