This was Once upon a time

I am sitting here crying

for a fault that ain't mine

I'd much rather be looking down from a cliff

slowly dying

I pause to remember, looking at you through a hole in the glass

your face so brightly lit

the painted smiles

the loving juveniles

I can hear the glasses clink

the necklines dropping

the skirts rising

the smiles turning into grins

the wishes escalating

I don't think anyone there knows

that you are only pretending

that behind the warm welcome

you are only loathing

I can see you trying hard

to tell me to leave, to wish me away,

to ask me to stop crying, trying, loving..

now I say, I give you up to the world

that aches for a piece of you

I will give it all I have

to see you through

you say you want freedom

from the clutches of glum

I put it on the table for you

Gave you my share of happiness too

but don't you see you are all that I have

why do you want that too?