fairy tale

what are you wearing, love

now, that the magic's gone

is that a limp from last night's dance
veiled within romance

blissful ignorance

some lipstick on your neck
flashes of lust that bled

a fairy tale in your head

what are you wearing, love

now, that you sobered up

is that the scent of passion

sweetest delusion

a perfect fusion

traces of fingernails on your ribs

a sigh on your lips

sealed by a kiss

what are you wearing, love

now, that you're alone

are those trails of hope

whirling alongside the rope

squeezing your throat

the imprint of a smile on your heart

tearing it apart

till the monsters start

creeping back to where they belong

inside you, in your nightmares' song