I don't believe in fairytale-heroes

Under some feathers pillows there's a head
Repressing the screams and the pains,
The alcohol and painkillers that has
divide her dreams and killed luckiness
has been thrown at the floor
waiting for be picking up
to once again split her life

The boy she once loved has thrown
the only knife that was good enough
to choose between life or death
and there's a phone waiting for someone
to call (Please make a call)
but there's no faithful to wait for
there's only pain, alcohol and cigarettes




Poetry by Halloway
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Written on 2007-03-26 at 21:39

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Karen Canning
I used to think there were fairytale heroes but not anymore, fairytales are for picture books, I relate to your words

huggs
karenxx
2007-03-26