when we believed in fairy tales
and promises of forever
were promises that
were supposed to be kept
and instead we end up reading
the last pages of the chapter
written in lonely tears
and the world keeps turning
page after page
and suddenly it felt like
we had too much time on our hands
when just the other day
we wondered where did the time go
and now today it just moves too slow
and we find more comfort
in being alone in a crowded room
and prefer our rooms at home
to be empty and haunted
by ghosts of the promises
we should have kept
because life was easier
to believe in
back when we were living it
like characters in love
who lived in the pages of a fairy tales