You sit there.

I sit here.

Separate.

I glance at you from afar,
but that is all
your eyes have lost interest and so has your mind
I'll sit here in silence turning back time

I'm throwing stones into swimming pools making ripples in your pupils. I'm that poor pebble that drowns in your dark eyes. And you'll find me there crying at the bottom. Maybe you'll dive in and scoop me up, finding the light that shines within me. Or maybe you'll toss me aside with the other sad stones and wait for another to jump into your swimming pool.

I'm sick of always feeling cold and alone
And my body is tired of being tortured to the bone
I'm tired of sleepless nights and tears in my eyes
*...and I know most of us are some nights

Where do the unicorns go after you’ve pulled out their hearts and
stolen their souls?
Where do the fairies go when their wings are ripped off and their fairy
dust has spilled?
Where does the magic go once all the truth and reality
is revealed?
I hope I never know, because I don't want these wonders to ever leave my silly imagination.