Sweet Illusion:
stuck at midnight
stuck without you
glass slippers
and pumpkin carriages
never came true
you were just a dream
a fantasy
from a fairytale book
how is it ever possible
it was my heart that you took
there i was
broken by my love for fiction
just when i thought
i'd have love's perfection
i closed the book
and woke up from chasing
a sweet illusion
YOU ARE READING
(1) Prologues of a Brokenheart (COMPLETED)
Poetry"because love requires guts, a soul, and a short term memory..." -some bookmark Random thoughts and lyrics about the heart and it's misadventures. [Copyright.styledinpink.sweetnovemberof.2013]
