Freeze

Palace, painting of fantasy, shore of
Happily ever afters with
Seemingly, infinity framed
What your eyes refuse to tell
Palace, halls of vast emptiness
Stoical soldiers, rather, giggling kids
Wars on the horizon, blood
Is the prophecy.

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Eyes sewn to the Black Swan, ever
Deeply intrigued, as your heart beats in pace
To her moves of grace
Her smile says ballet is in
Her blood, whilst underneath it all,
A cracked heart, shattered
Bones, from
The weight of perfection.

*

Celestial diamonds tell stories of infinity
Twist your wires to make your eyes
See fiction instead of the world
Smile for beautiful lies instead of
Weep for the script of life.
The missing piece,
Like any other work of galaxy,
Those diamonds
Are set to be burnt out in the end as well.

*

Right by the window sill
Under the moon glow still you search
For that glimpse of a familiar shadow
Or a flying figure among the stars
He’d wave, and beckon,
“Let us fly to the Neverland!”
You’d reach out for the dust
With a yearning so loud
Just to catch a fistful of
Night breeze and realise
Peter Pan is a lie.

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Growing up is my fear. :(

I know. I'm pathetic.

Thanks for reading! :)