i
romanticised
you
so
much
that
your
existence
became
the
fairyta­le
i
wanted
even
when
you
became
the
prince
charming
who
handed
m­e
the
poison
apple

And there's nothing else
You could think about

The sound of her voice
The smell of her hair

One day you're
Crazy about her

One day you'll find yourself
Awake in the dark

Thinking about
What you should've said that night
Until the dawn breaks
And paints the sky colors you thought were hers

But the thing is
*That's all she'll ever be.

you planted
roses
in my heart,
daisies in my
mind,
lilies in
my eyes
and left
all them
to die.