Blinking lights twinkle and fade and all that was has gone away; Trinkets and follies, along with dollies not up in the attic, but shoved away where no light can reach them and shadows lengthen gray.
Stars aren't heaven but a trap in disguise endless and brutal, those midnight eyes; blinking and spellbinding, but never the same when relentless and senseless, they fade away...
Blinking lights glitter and twitter like smiles shining and blinding and all the while - aching and breaking, the shadows grow cold when the lights go out and all fades away.
~dragonpoe 8/10/08
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"..I don't care for your fairytales... - Sara Bareilles
Definately a bit of a darkness in this poem. I sense that the speaker has given up on their faith in beautiful things (or seemingly beautiful as the case may be). A very interesting write here. I really enjoyed this!
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"Our mothers and fathers held us close to their hearts and they promised 'One bright and shining day my children, we will triumph in battle. One bright and shining day my children, we will give you back your wings.' " - PL: S&W
