Frozen Fairytale
Fairy tales and painted skies
they tumble to the ground,
the colorful shades and bright hues
of her world come crashing down.
What was once her wonderland
ruled with some fantasy like power
falls apart with the slightest touches of his hand
he destroyed it all within the hour.
He turned his back on his queen
just as winter set in
disappeared into the sow, can't be seen;
the effects left her as mannequin,
her limbs seem artificial, even if they're real
her smile just might be painted there.
The clock work heart you feel,
she's a perfect piece of art,
frozen forever more in her pose
while she waits for you to come back. It's still winter,
will she ever again transpose?
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