There’s no place like home
With a coffin of glass
In a magical forest
Where they grieve as they pass
For knowledge is poison
And love was a lie
There’s no kiss to wake her
Just tears left to cry
For each life she touched
Someone broke her soul
Until she ate the apple
And wanted to go
There never was a wicked witch
Just a hunter for her heart
True love’s kiss doesn’t exist
But they never tell that part.
~Mandy Kocsis©2021~