Written by Vanshika Srivastava
The wine intervened before something broke,
I left the chair, before your I told you so.
I never once had to believe in your faith,
But that was my heart’s aching wish.
I had no choice, you left this mark
On the face of my cracking laugh.
I pined and pined,
Learned to love from wrong to right
Yet my fairytale was still a hopeless cause.
What do I say,
To that little princess
Who once laid her head on the pillow,
Dreaming and wishing of that one fate,
Her fate.
How do I look into those two eyes,
Still flickering alight with hope and joy,
That it was never in the cards.
And now her laugh is the echo
Of the tale of a beautiful girl,
Who drowned in the fragments of her own long lost dreams,
Her hopeless cause.
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