heart-eyes

A box piled with letters,
Written in bright red ink,
Words composed in delicate curls.
All the things I say with a pen
The things I won’t even whisper.

I occupy a small space,
I don’t know how to leave.
So I watch through my window,
Staring down this tower,
I wait for my love to climb
So they would wisp me away
In a carriage or on a noble steed
But they don’t

Clouds are reflected in my eyes,
I spend my days yearning,
And then I watch the moonlight,
Where I would spend my nights dreaming.
My love would finally arrive,
And tell me I’m not alone in what I feel.

Another spring comes.
My face, sinking,
I find strands of grey hair,
Ribbons and pigtails no longer suit me.
I cry like a baby,
But that becomes wrong for me to do.
But even so, I’m still here.

I know, I should’ve realized sooner,
The love of your life doesn’t just show up in armour.
And love isn’t fated or promised,
Love is found by those who seek it,
And accepted with open hearts;
But even so, in all my idealism and will,
My heart is still locked.

Pretty dresses and tiaras,
They weren’t made for me.
Happily ever after is for fairytales,
Not in life where you lose, then win, and lose.
When will I understand,
Nobody looks into towers,
Unless they want to slay dragons.

But stupid girls never learn.
I write another letter prettily,
It’ll be kept in my box.
The sun continues to rise and set,
And I’m still here.