.2.

Sad days on this land of coffee eyes
and frozen yellow skin that it`s no longer touched
by the big old prince charming with the rusty armor.

A part of the brain wouldn`t recognize the empty space by the bed yet,
and the freezing cold that penetrates the soul
as she smells the pillow of her once-upon-a-time lover.

And she keeps on dreaming of him,
feeding the illusion of finding him by her side
to blow her nightmares away.

But he is not.

And the nice dreams come every night so it`s more difficult
for the heart to let the prince go, dragging his broken sword.

D.