There's no going back.
The cement has dried
from a blistering wind
that hushes our cries;
our last chances
of redemption.
Dimmed lights,
and wasted strides.
Kicking up
abandoned wrappers
of this
pointless
"life".

Don't wait on
Sleeping Beauty,
'cause she's
not even dreaming.
She's in a whole
new reality
that doesn't
include the
frailty
of
happy endings.

It's obvious
we're not meant to,
so we aren't true
to society's
Expectations.

A kiss from her prince
might have saved
the only
one worth
pity.
The only
Princess,
who wasn't blonde
enough to think
that Hearts could float.
No; they sink
deep into
what you
hoped was
the right path, side walk.

Falling fast
like quicksand
into past
mistakes.
The wet pavement
devours
the time,
the hours,
the petals off the flowers.
The cement has dried.
There's no going back
from a blistering wind
That hushes our cries;
our last chances
of redemption.