Pixie dust and glitter,

into this glowing world

that you built

for me,

today they’re not enough.

Call me your angel pure,

give me magical kisses

and cry an ocean

for me,

and, still, it’s not enough.

You taught me words of love,

in whispers like spells, laid

in golden bedsheets

for me,

all you did - not enough.

They say my heart is sharp as stones

And you ignite my ice cold core,

An angel - will I never be,

Forget all that you did

for me

is not enough.

You’re looking down, for I am dying

broken, without my wings to fly,

you cut them off and built the cage

for me.

But I’m still flying.

Despite my tears,

Despite the locks,

Despite you’re cruel!

I gained a pair of dreamy wings,

a soul to fly - up to the sky, leaving behind

what’s not enough.