Is this real?
Or is this just the broken spine of my fairytale?
Where truth sleeps in a felt tip pen,
And awakens to peach colored pages tainted with sin.
That is your counterfeit body pressed against mine
As we lay beneath these ink stained sheets coated in lies.
Poisoning me, I blackout in the room again.
My mind is fractured with paper-cuts and my heart is dead.
There's nothing left of us don't wake me.
Though still violently you begin to shake me.
Causing one by one the pages from our book to fall.
A broken spine of my fairytale was all it took.
~Teyahna Heart 4/17/10
