Believe What I Believe

 MY BELIEF




Fairytales, mythology exists?
If they, so why can't notice them.
They don't want me to enroll their door,
I have so many questions like a mist.
 
 I don't want to harm,
 I just want to learn.
 How they costume and another term
 I just aspire to know their charm. 
 
 I'll make sure to keep it a mystery perhaps, 
I will slip miserably in it.
 Sure I'll make it a deal,
 that I'll nevermore reveal it.
  
 Believe oh my myth,
 I'm thrilled if you there.
  It's an illusion of mine.
 A voice inside me craves to make it a reality
however harsh it be.

~rosh

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