Hours And Hours

I could sit here for hours and hours....

Pouring my heart out on paper....

Trying to mend my tortured heart through poetry....

Letting myself fall in love again....

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But I can’t do that....

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I refuse to fall into the trap....

And let my head be filled with fantasies....

My heart stitched up by ridiculous dreams....

Letting meaningless words warm my soul....

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Love is painful, love is true, love is blissful.....

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As humans we seek to love....

To let another love us....

Love ourselves....

We love to love....

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But what happens when the fairytale ends?....

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When the prince runs off with the maid....

A carriage is no more than a pumpkin....

The furniture doesn’t talk....

And the slipper doesn’t fit....

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What do we do?....

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We live our lives....

We smile and laugh....

We’re free of the ridiculous fairy tale....

And it’s two inevitable words..



..THE END ..