Fairy Tale
Hands behind my headI lay with my heart and eyes
all facing heaven.
I contemplated then like now
how ready I felt.
Everything looked just-washed
new even, bright to sight,
yet something was amiss.
I weeped heavily when sorrow,
like a reckless driver,
came barrelling into me.
But that was all so long past,
at least in my head its so.
tho' in depth I trully know.
Nonethless,
As the most severe of cuts do,
It healed. Me too.
Alas, this is why I am able to
Lay,
hands behind head,
with heart and eyes
facing all of heaven.
It is a feeling, unfathomable,
to even me.
A kind of freedom,
that fairytales are made of.
I wish to take it all in,
and to
share it all,
all at once.
Dawn and Twilight may come,
with the aim of snatching peace,
all away from me.
Let them come,
I will fight.
For all of heaven to remain mine,
at least for just more than a little while.
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