Empty fairytales draw me in
How I want them to be true
Weave a tale that makes me grin
Wonder if you always knew
Ideals of happily ever-afters
Easy answers for tangled troubles
For all your promises, there's little laughter
When we should be bathing in passion's bubble.
A delicate butterfly sought after
A lullaby of love hidden 'neath the rubble
A sunset without the kiss of a rose
The puppet master is obscured by the rafters
Aged, we turn to one another
The promised land hides in the shadows.
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