A Fairytale

He is, just a simple guy He is not like me, not like I want him to be Because, no, he can't be that guy Since he's just a simple guy He doesn't like to star gaze in the night He doesn't try to understand the beauty in the words The feelings hidden in the words He doesn't seem to like the abyss He doesn't seem to wonder about The Balance   He doesn't aim to understand the people Because he is but, a simple guy And maybe, hopefully, I think I like that guy The one he is, the simple guy Away from the foe, away from the mind like hoe He doesn't need to search for a smile or a laugh For he knows what he wants, what he has Unlike me; the Forever M ystification. 01:48 05:06:2017 ©SmitFairytale

When I looked you in your blue eyes I felt that chill running down my spine And I knew that you’d be the one Crawling through my skins and making my heart go numb That morning dust when I felt cold winds Rustling through my lungs with its wrath You burned yourself with an invisible ignite Standing at the edge of noxious cliff We promised that we’ll love each other But maybe I wasn’t so strong Maybe I wasn’t capable to face morning winds on my own So I used the fire to warm myself The fire that rose from the ashes of you burning 13:20 30:05:2017 ©SmitFairytale

The morning when I woke up To the dark shadows of the laurel and bright light of Helios I felt that big smile curve up on my face Cause I knew I saw my lord at the edge Here, I write these words for you, the almighty soul I don’t have tunes to offer, nor the herbs to heal your saints But I write this poetry to prove my love To show the obedience of my soul at your feet To the glory of Delos, the beauty of Leto I bow myself to him, the guardian of youth From the dreaded fate of Koronis, till the affection for Daphne To the brilliance of Zeus, whom I shall abide To the mighty Apollo, to the bearer of the dainty laurel Hereby, I Submit. 15:27 23:05:2017 ©SmitFairytale

She is, just a girl The one who kisses the lilies and pearls She recites with her eyes Never the one to hate She has her charm in her disguise Inhaling her in, like a cigarette I am, but a servant God’s the grave, pushing me at her gate She’s a drug, never lets me sleep The one who haunts me Till the time I’m ready to weep 02 ‎ May ‎ 2017 ‏ ‎ 13:31:44 ©SmitFairytale