Fairy Tale

Creating blurs in sight to see my dreams
My eyes so green of other’s lives to strain
My life outside to ride a sour plane
To come indoors to claw the hands to feed

I pleaded more and more I felt deranged
Adoring loss, a treat to want to need
My cries of wiser means to you were strange
The core of who I be in sadder scenes

I’d heat the room as beaten at the games
I never chose to play I couldn’t stay
I weeded to the gates of such a place
I felt at home in loving her disgrace

If treated well, oh still one may despair
The fairy tale too far away to bare

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