Your lips, your touch, butter and silk,
Your eyes, your thighs, toffee and
milk,
Eternal bliss, forever and a day,
At dusk you offered your life away,
But the Devil had you in his jaws,
under scattered fragments of the disco
ball,
Fairytales swam thick in my head,
Happy-Ever-Afters, sleeping beauty's
bed,
Now honey sticks between the sheets,
and you left before the sun gave
greet,
You softly crept towards the door,
sweet-nothings lay crumpled on the
floor,
And when I rose, from my slumber,
I found no note, no telephone number,
So beneath the stars of last night’s
sky,
'Prince
Charming' didn’t even say goodbye.
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