witches and gargoyles, sirens and werwolves, dragons and monsters, oh protect me from the tundra kind sir save me from the terror that is your dismay be my knight in shining armor if you will
summer finally came she was ever so beautiful with her golden hairs reflection on the crystal blue clearing her warmth so enticing so forgiving she could lure anyone in yet winter came in with his icy touch and froze everything within reach
i wanna go back to when the tooth fairy existed this piece of myself of kept under my pillow wishing she would visit and bless me with her presence it was only when investing myself fully in the tooth fairy that she truly existed are you my tooth fairy? do you exist purely in my mind?
im not the person you said i was but now i feel myself turning into her your cruel words ingrained in my mind and now all i can do is drift towards the story you wrote of me im nothing but the person you said i was
i don’t think it’s called falling anymore i think i’ve fallen using the verb falling would imply hope to get back up i’ve lost that hope along the fall