When I was a child—
I'm such a fellow, little deviant
I didn't believed in fairytales, nor fables
For they make me queasy and rattled.
I just don't know— even my own mother is fazed by such actions
I'm just a child; didn't even knew the fractions
I tend to be pragmatic; till adolescence
Due to my eyes were already sweeping the whole wide world.
A young child that is!
I've never even believed a single prince!
Nor their words, their appearances and also their existence
Because I'm blinded by such legitimate acts.
I always knew that life is half a lie
And upon believed that there's still a God
Scoping the world into His keen globes
Destruction, pandemonium, and wretched homes.
There's no fairytale! No fables!
There's no kingdom for me to rule; nor to fight an evil witch that always brew
There's no princesses; getting lost her glass shoe
It is just murder, crime and those legitimate fools!
My mind was wretched from barb wires
Dispensing it within the cruel world
There's no such thing as fairytales but—
There's this thing called "imagination."
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Final Amends; Short Poems ✔️
PoetryBook 3 of the "Short Poems" series. - - - "I could easily and hopelessly fall- although I'll release my all." - - - (NOTE: THE TITLES OF THE POEMS WERE ALL GOT INTENTIONALLY CAPITALIZED ON THE FIRST LETTER OF EACH WORD FOR AESTHETIC PURPOSES.) Copyr...
