I have this thing for fairytales,
Stories packaged with a bow.
Life never seems to mirror any that I know.
I wasn’t born a princess, yet to kiss a prince.
And when a story start out right it becomes a dreadful mince.
Swords are not in fashion, knights just make me wince.
Where I’d find a ball gown, no one seems to know.
No magic beans seem to be the seeds I sow
My dragons live inside me, don’t shoot them with a bow
Life is not a fairytale….
This realization fills me with woe
Stories packaged with a bow.
Life never seems to mirror any that I know.
I wasn’t born a princess, yet to kiss a prince.
And when a story start out right it becomes a dreadful mince.
Swords are not in fashion, knights just make me wince.
Where I’d find a ball gown, no one seems to know.
No magic beans seem to be the seeds I sow
My dragons live inside me, don’t shoot them with a bow
Life is not a fairytale….
This realization fills me with woe
DiamondsIntheGrass
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