Fantasy Land
fantasy land
i live in a fantasy land
where i have it all sorted out
my mother's hand
and a green porch with flower bands lying around
in a summer haze
it all makes sense
until darkness arrives
and it all becomes a mess
my touch became fatal
due to which the flowers wither
the fantasy land turns mortal
which i had dreamed to make bigger
peered through an ordinary keyhole
misunderstood it as a person
which i can't even freehold
to heal a heart which is quite uncertain
now put an end to a fantasy land
it doesn't exist
nor is it in fate
it just doesn't subsist
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