i stopped dreaming for a while,
thinking this is not a dream to be called and started to,
i looked around and cried,
am i really that kind of person unworthy to have?
today was her story to tell,
i was happy but then,
i fell in that hidden well,
that no one can save from falling down to hell
can't you see?
how tired am i?
can't you feel?
how much comfort i needed?
can't you think of?
words i wanted to cry on
can't you be me for a while?
to feel how broke am i
today
was indeed,
a fairytale
to start with
