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Falada
Oh, Falada, I see you hanging there,
With your foggy eyes following my footings frail...
Oh, Falada, spectating with a silent stare,
As you witness the weaving wonders of a fairytale.
Can't you see me getting robbed of my royalty and relief,
As I silently sob in my scarlet stained handkerchief?
When I'm drowning in my own despondency,
Or when I drain myself dry in ripples of ruby,
A pair of ghostly glassy whites is all I see,
Oh, Falada, can't you save me?
Can't you see me tear myself apart in the belief,
That I'm unworthy of being freed from my grief?
Oh, Falada, I see you hanging there,
With your forlorn eyes following me as I falter and fail...
Oh, Falada, your dazed gaze drizzles despair,
As you witness a tragedy twist and throttle a fairytale.
(Inspired a fairytale I read to my cousins this afternoon...
Trashy poem, I know)
© Alter Ego
With your foggy eyes following my footings frail...
Oh, Falada, spectating with a silent stare,
As you witness the weaving wonders of a fairytale.
Can't you see me getting robbed of my royalty and relief,
As I silently sob in my scarlet stained handkerchief?
When I'm drowning in my own despondency,
Or when I drain myself dry in ripples of ruby,
A pair of ghostly glassy whites is all I see,
Oh, Falada, can't you save me?
Can't you see me tear myself apart in the belief,
That I'm unworthy of being freed from my grief?
Oh, Falada, I see you hanging there,
With your forlorn eyes following me as I falter and fail...
Oh, Falada, your dazed gaze drizzles despair,
As you witness a tragedy twist and throttle a fairytale.
(Inspired a fairytale I read to my cousins this afternoon...
Trashy poem, I know)
© Alter Ego
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