no happy endings

Once a shiny toy with a pretty bow,
it now has lost its halo,
rusty creaks and dirty smears,
cobwebs and bitter tears,
nothing left of the old glamour
but hard words and broken nails.

That’s the way things end,
if they’re not tended,
a ways down the road,
when forgetfulness and neglect
slip and slide down the street
of I old you so
(often and repeatedly).

Hearts are tender things,
love a whisper in your ear
tiny seed of a promise,
nothing more nothing less,
never a full grown flower,
that’s only the bow we put on it
to hide that all it is,
is the potential to be more.

Graffiti on the wall
tells the story
of first bloom and sparks,
of humdrum days and nights
and underneath the slow decay,
no Prince Charming’s kiss
to resurrect it from its death,
just fizzled out and gone,
forever lost in history.


© Sybille Sterk
Do not copy or publish this poem in any way, shape or form without my written permission.

no happy endings

Sybille Sterk

Cambridge, United Kingdom

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Just something that came into my head. I am still in fairy tale mode. Or maybe it’s ‘anti-fairy-tale-mode’?


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