Blowing [Book 3, Completed]

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She's a fairy in a trolls land
Flying while her dusty soul is fading
Smiling from North to South
The East tends to laugh at her
While she's very much aware
The West is being pleased by her lover
Pretending to not care, she keeps flying
From a fairy to a butterfly
Every single one who touches her
Makes her life more miserable
In her trials of finding happiness
All she gets to find is a broken piece of her glassy self
Flowers are not colorful anymore
Their smell aren't even new to her nostrils
And her wings can't take her further than a jet

She's a fairy in a trolls land
Because she's ruled by a demon who promised her all
From wealth to power, she didn't care
All she wanted was her lover's dare
The West was shining with the fairy's sun
How much more should she endure
Out of the humiliation of being considered an affair
When she was the only one to keep the kingdom at air
Starving to death but kept alive for an old pharaoh
The fact that she wasn't a fairy nor a butterfly
But a winged puppet made her crash
In her petals tears, she remembered her last breath
And when she leans her head in your shoulders
Who are you thinking about?
Because if it's in me, then you've just lost it all.

I'm flying in the emptiness of her hopes
Sometimes, I just know
Like a kid, trying to reach a kit
That I'm just not enough
Wet pillows while my eyes are getting dry
What if I don't make it again?
And America seemed too far away
Now it's impossible to dream about it
And my nights are longer than my existence
I'm diving in the emptiness of her hopes
Wishing I could be something any time soon
Or at least, to be dead at the light of the moon.