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[ ] You were my wish
[ ] My wish upon a shooting star
[ ] The fairytale fantasy I longed for
[ ] But only ever saw from afar
[ ] And I know such opportunities don't come often
[ ] Without leaving a lasting scar
[ ] I held you close in secret dreams
[ ] And cherished our friendship's quiet themes


[ ] You were my wish
[ ] And I meant it with my whole heart
[ ] Though I knew that you didn't feel the same from the start
[ ] Yet you unravelled the threads of my heart
[ ] Leaving me lying there
[ ] Torn apart


[ ] You were my wish
[ ] A shooting star that flashed across my sky
[ ] I wished for you, for us, for a love that would last
[ ] But like a shooting star, you vanished before it got light
[ ] In the silence, I confront the weight of my unspoken heart
[ ] Memories of our moments are forever locked apart
[ ] The fragments of a love that I couldn't find the words to start


[ ] You were my wish, a dream that didn't come true
[ ] I'm left with just this emptiness
[ ] A longing that still echoes through
[ ] Time and time again, I wished for you
[ ] And now I'm left to wonder why
[ ] But you were my wish, my heart's deepest sigh
[ ] The bitter-sweet reminder of what could never be
[ ] Forever etched into my mind
[ ] a memory I'll never leave behind
[ ] A dream that stays with me for all of eternity
This is about wishing for me and my bsf to be more, and wishing it apon a shooting star, and knowing it'll still never happen
Grey Feb 27
"I hate that they were right

you were too good to be true

because you were
a fairy tale

my subconscious

A projection
of what I wanted

my cravings

all which

would never amount
to anything but that".
Faith Cubitt Feb 10
I dreamt about you last night.... the kind of dream where everything is so real, everything makes so much sense.
The kind of dream where once you woke up you need to do everything in your power to prove it was real, someway or somehow.
you told me you loved me.... the words like sweet honey coming from your lips. I wrapped my arms around you and felt more at home than I had ever been in my life.
You smiled, it was right at me, and contagiously I fell for it and smiled right back.
your eyes were pools I was willingly drowning in.
It couldn't have been a dream? please say it wasn't....
you held me, I was happy.
but then I pinched myself, this beautiful world where you and I were what we were always supposed to be came crashing down before I even had the time to scream your name.
I need you.... god, I need you, I will always need you.
you told me this was real.... you even lie in my dreams.
Archer Feb 1
Tiny people made of candy
Realms where there is never drought
I can live in worlds so dandy
It’s getting closer, let me out
Angels, art, and magic beasts
Mer-people swimming in the kelp
Elves, enchantment, pink faeries
It’s getting closer, please come help
I sleep on a bed as soft as cake
The knight which has their sword unsheathed
Lakes are made of chocolate shake
It’s getting closer, I can’t breathe
Dr YumnaKay Jan 26
If to live a fairytale life is to
wait for your Prince
to rescue you from the tower
while you lend him your hair,
be recognised by the shoe that fits you,
or be kissed to life,
then I'm better off living a nightmare
where I am my own tormentor ~ and saviour.
I’m over the moon

Falling for you

But I’m still stuck here

Daydreaming about you



I saw you standing

Up high in your tower

So why can't I be

Your knight in shining armor



If goldilocks found

the perfect porridge

Then why can’t I be

The right one for you



And jack climbed his beanstalk

But I’m grounded on earth

For your heart is the dragon

That I must slay



And peter pan

Took the kids to neverland

But I’m still dreamin

Of the things we won’t have



If goldielocks found

The perfect porridge

Then why can’t I be

The right one for you



So let’s just live

You and I

Just the two of us

In our own fairytale
Jay Lewis Jan 18
In the golden hour,
we held hands through the grass as we roamed through the fields of flowers.
We blew dandelions and chased their tails,
hearing the birds sing and share their tales.

I remember
I plucked pretty yellows clovers,
and placed them under your chin.
I checked the data and analysed,
to see if you liked butter
in your sandwiches.
And of course
the results are in.
- You did.

Do you know how many little buds we wasted before they were in their full bloom?
Pulling off each petal,
to reveal the stem,
alone in the gloom.
One-by-one,
one afternoon,
as the petals fell,
we asked the fairies too,
if the boys we liked
loved us or not.
And we didn’t like the answer
we’d tell them to go and rot.
We were too young to have any clue.
Pulling flowers seemed like such an innocent thing to do.

But don’t you miss those days?
When we would
make those dainty
little daisy chains.

This now seems like a distant memory.
But we’ll forever be known as
The Meadow Queens,
dancing in the fields,
before the stars would come out
and lull us to sleep.
What a sweet
Lavender Dream.
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