Cinderella, Snow White (Wonderland)
No, she doesn’t exist,
In our world.
No, they never will.
Little, naive, girls.
They believe them.
Wonderland.
Fairytales,
And all.
In their glory,
Above us,
Standing on a pedestal.
I don’t believe,
In fairytales.
Not for me.
Cinderella,
Snow White,
The monsters.
That give hope.
That feed the fire,
That burns my silly dreams.
They lie.
My fairytale will never cease,
To disappear.
And yours,
As always,
Will survive.
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Hiding In the Rain
PoesíaHere is the truth written in fantasy, and by that it's really secrets of mine, and maybe people's I'm not supposed to know, written between the lines. So really this whole thing is about "Hiding In the Rain" as I put it. "Hide with me, You already...
