The three words, supposedly magical,
The entrance to fairy tale worlds,
Dreams, fantasies and self ecstacy
Where the story starts from words and stares,
Continues to emotional sagas.
Where promises are made, and lifelong
Unwritten deals created
To fool yourself with invisible charms
Forgets practical life and rational decision.
Where love for our peers suddenly vanishes
And you believe one love is all you need.
The love in your heart
Sprouts chicken wings on your back
And makes you jump in your pool,
Of expectations and imaginary love predictions,
Your self-made future love story,
N your “happy ever-afters”.
You don’t fly but fall head-on,
Into the marshy lands where you crash land
Into reality.
Cry yourself to death
For falling in love and inviting yourself,
To hell.
~k~
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