Fairy-Tale

Fairy-tale

Will I ever write my fairy-tale,

Or walk through the castle,

Wearing my tiara,

a ball-gown and glass slippers.

Holding your hand,

Feeling your support,

knowing your name 

and game!

Its a puzzle,

love dies,

memories remain!

Its a mystery,

we are unable to solve.

Its a fault,

we wont blame.

Its a failure,

We live through it yet again!

Then,

You mentioned,

I won’t have a fairy-tale,

I know, I ain’t no Princess,

no fairy, anymore.

I never was 

or won’t be ever! 

I wanted my share 

of stories,

good, happy ones!

I wanted my share,

of peace!

Now, i want,

my share of 

solitude and

not be your mannequin,

a clown to please!

I will remain a Romantic!

I romance loss not love,

I will remain a loser,

who loves misery!

I will remain a powerless 

severed maid,

who knows her place.

I will remain a distant 

creature,

Who remembers your name.

I will remain a writer,

who writes,

breathes,

and expresses

confinement,

condolence,

corruption,

with compassion.

But I will remain a Romantic,

and write my fairy-tale,

a real, story,

with real life,

of a fairy in distress! 

Tanzila