Missing you, though we never meet,
Wondering how I could fall for the words you'd inscribed on world stage,
Isn't love started from the shines?
The actual moment of locked eyes?
If so, why my heart aches,
Throbbing pain without seeing the smoothen dawn?
This fragile heart, started to dream before you'd ever knew its existance,
As Cinderella walking into palace, trying to vows your attention,
The shoe slip act locked her into the dreamscape,
Till her slumber goes deeper and deeper,
But the Prince no longer holding the glass,
Nor whispering his affection,
Maybe it's just a dream, or
Snow White ending is truly on the play,
Or maybe, hopefully,
The Prince is the real Sleeping Beauty in disguise.
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