Fairytale beginning
By neone
Wed, 15 Sep 2004
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The bitter sting of tears in my eyes wakes me.
It might be symbolic of how I live now, to wake
With last night's weakness crystallised on my cheeks,
Yesterday's faults and precious fantasies (Once
I thought we were Meant To Be, a happy ending.
A fairy tale that dutifully begins and ends.)
Now I know I have no ending, only beginnings,
Chances I don't see, roads I can't take. I think
That if one of us could have said anything,
We could have saved our pride, and not been
Locked apart in a poem that never ends.
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