Posted in Poetic Driblets

Fairytale 

  
A fairytale without the happy ending.

Match made in heaven.

But a match that doesn’t last

Now with brown liquid in a glass. 

My lips take a tempting dance.

Temporary happiness at the bottom.

Hangovers and lost memories. 

Waking up asking if it’s gone? 

But what we want to forget remains in memory. 

A tortured soul smiling to everyone. 

Next glass will be my last. 

Or maybe just one more after that. 

A fairytale without the happy ending.

Match made in heaven.

But a match that doesn’t last.

Tee

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Poet |Fiction Writer |Wannabe Comedian |Food lover |African |Zimbwabean

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