infatutate

Infatuate.

Hope, strung high, oh-so high up there among the stars.

but never was my heart meant to go that far.

love you say? a masquerade, but feels like no other,

an act, a play, nothing like that i must say, no "call me when your sobers"

but for me right now, as the clock strikes twelve, and even if dear cinderellas running out,

I have to sit by the stairs and think, what troubles that glass shoe could bring?

Hope, now buried below, what you reap is what you sow.

-christiansng,3SB