Because the older I get
The less fairytales
Have a happy ending
Resulting in nightmares
For I am still their little-
Child they can hold
I am still scared
Of letting go
My shoes fit right
My beast is my heart
I sleep forever ...
Kiss cannot awaken
They are made
For stories
I am made
For death
I don't want
A glistering slipper
An entrapped coffin
A beast to love
I want my hands
To hold me through
The dark days
The fairytales bring.
