Submit a Poem
Get Your Premium Membership
spacer
Pinterest button
Comments Inbox

 

Fairy Tale

To live up to your expectations and satisfy your sensations is unrealistic when 
your thoughts become sadistic.  I've crossed the line of a sullen girl with no 
warning or signs.  So i go dark and deep inside a soul crying to sleep.  Now I 
step inside her thoughts and this is what I find.  There is no light.  There are no 
freedom or rights.  There are no angels in white.  There are no heroic knights.  
There are no last rites. 

Please Login to post a comment



A comment has not been posted for this poem. Be the first to comment.