Fairytale Bliss

In a place so deserted, 

In a dark night like this

 I came where it all began looking for some fairytale bliss.

The wobbly walls and the creaking door led to something known, a feeling old but felt before. 

From that retro dialer, Grandpa's rocking chair

 To those needles of granny

All made it so clear.

The bed reverberating those lullabies, that gentle touch of mother

Those stains still there, those innocent excuses of brother 

Peaked from the cupboard rusted the echoes of the past

The moments painfully beautiful Which now no longer last.

Those shillings, those dolls, those scarfs and that wind-chime sound Just like a pot of gold 

All lost now found.

Sometimes most cherished memories truly inflict the most pain

Oh! this wish to relive to start all over again 

Then I set my gaze upon that broken glass Reflecting what this site destroyed taking away everything that was once ours.

Knowing how peaceful the present is regretted that I came,

There is nothing which I can call mine 

Nothing here on which I can claim

Left the place with relief 

Not anything here I could miss 

For I realize the future holds 

That fairytale bliss.