what the garden whispered to my ear

2. tinkerbell

i wish i didn't tear these pages, a story that should've been receiving stars and ratings
i hand over the storybook when she asked for it, now i'm caged in ;
she lives just a couple of fields, her ceiling made of twigs, it's crazy
it's either tinkerbell lost the bells in her voice, or she just won't let me in.

i dip the feathers into the ink, only to get lost in thought
whatever i say and do, it only entangles itself like the lines on your wings ;
if ever i was as pretty as the bells ringing from your mouth
i knock on your miniature door one more time, and tighten the knots of the strings.

i wish upon a star, retrieving the pages of the storybook that i should've published right away
before i could even say anything, it's the fluttering of your wings shutting my mouth up everytime ;
tinkerbell can repair the wooden dollhouse she lives in all she wants
but here, i stood, helplessly drunk in the sound of her chimes.

i should've kept the fantasies all to myself
instead of giving it away to a girl with an existence i am unsure of ;
without a word, a paper boat she wears on top of her head
without a word, she took away my works and with a quick movement of her wings, to neverland she takes off.