Lost Fairytale

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I think we break
Our own hearts
Searching endlessly
For our lost fairytale

Dreamed, breathed to life
Into all our hollow spaces
Knowing it is not real
But wanting it, needing it
To be

Blissfully unaware
What was here and
What never was
A delicate thread
All undone

The sweetness has faded
What you want not to happen
Happens anyway
You’re a lost thing
Choking on your own
Misery

 

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Reality and I have quarrelled. This is where I go so he can't find me, my Other Place. Here I can spin my Fancies and Fiction, as I wander among the Stars and listen as they whisper their secret to the moon. My name is Annie, I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself. I love cats, listening to the blues, the mountains more than the beach, being lazy, writing my fancies and fiction and I also love to crochet. That's me and this is my Other Place.

3 thoughts on “Lost Fairytale

  1. The dream is always better than reality,
    idealistic love of archetypal majesty,
    feeds the soul and hungers the body.

    Our soul’s imperfections and bodily desires,
    only feel satisfied in the cosmic bliss,
    of full love of self and the oneness of interconnected breath…

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