A happy end,
just an eight-lettered excuse.
Fantasy’s aren’t real,
God you sabotaged my life.
Princesses just get those roles,
those scripts are not existent,
Figment of my dreams.
These dolls in my room sitting,
With no emotions.
Every dusk to dawn,
And this melancholic morning.
I rewrite the pages now,
Of these fake fairytales.
- Mark Nguyen; 14.FEB.2012
My friend wrote it and i thought it was amazing. It's deep, meaningful, and i just love it. He be cool :)
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