• Fairytale

    This was never real.
    It's always been the broken spine of my fairytale?
    Where virtue sleeps in a felt tip pen
    And awakens to your naked peach colored pages
    Which ignite an alarming scent of sin combined with lust, blood and tears
    making it a perfect place to print our history with a steady hand
    So the memories sink in slowly until the poison spreads
    throughout your counterfeit body that is pressed against my chest
    As we lay beneath these ink stained sheets coated in lies.
    I will bear the pain of being with you until your breathing subsides.

    ~Teyahna Heart 4/17/20