Be my Tulips

f a i r y t a l e s

And when the clock struck 12,
and the pumpkin was no longer a carriage,
and the glass slippers turned back into my glass casket,
I knew.
I was not Cinderella,
with a happy ending with a prince.
I was Snow White,
doomed to fall into an eternal sleep.
But not even true loves kiss would save me from this,
for I had lost the ability to be loved.
I didn't have 7 dwarves or a fairy godmother.
I had a glass casket to return to.
No true love disguised as a prince would save me,
no wish would rewind the clock.
I ate the apple of failure,
and these were my consequences.
And now I would spend eternity in my death like sleep.
Without you.
Without love.
Without being saved.

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