"fairy tales, fairy tales."
sobbed she, words with agony.
"how unfair. princes on your stories
married the princess as they made memories."
bided her, sentences with a harp's saddest tone.
"mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest amongst all?"
piteously said as she can ever be.
"you are, my princess," said the mirror honestly.
"how come, prince charming left me in the end?"...
"...with a poisoned apple still on my hand?"
the mirror witnessed her weeping
as its face turned with awe as it didn't have
the ability to do comfort.
"you asked me who's the fairest. and i told you so."
he started one more time.
"...your highness, you must see your value over beauty...
"perhaps, that prince left for he thought your
elegance and your worth, were meant for someone else."
she cried for the rest of the day, but the mirror
knows, her bruises will turn into scars tomorrow
as its pain would go away.
i am sure it will happen.
yes, that mirror is me.
YOU ARE READING
Phrases Within His Shadows
Poetry" they witness his bleeding on the beauty of his shadows. "
