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Fairytale

With large eyes and eyebrows raised
I would gleam at him when I would say
“The best of fairies becomes the queen
And that’s what I shall grow up and be.”
He would innocently look down in my eyes
“Will you make me a fairy too?”
I would kiss him on the cheek and say
“Of course I’ll keep you in my court.”
He was all ears for my world of dreams
He believed in my fairytale fantasy
He addressed me as the love fairy I was
Even when I forgot the magic in me.
When I explained branches embracing each other
His hand would pull his little fairy closer
My eyes lost in the fantasy story I had woven
Would smile upon the love story we were in.

My fairy wings don’t flutter anymore
Dry branches don’t seem to tell a story
The one person audience I had
Isn’t interested in magic anymore.
Only months ago, I had been a love fairy
Now I sit with memories of a lost story
I had never pondered upon a ‘break’
Yet its effect had left me broken.
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