by courtvanhaaren

I’ve heard many once upon a times

Which for true love you must believe

But I was hoping that just for mine

I could love and believe in me.


The perfect story I could concoct

With dreams and demons of mine

The story would become very intense

But in the end everything is fine.


I might not be considered a damsel

But I am constantly in distress

For my own life I would save

I want to rely on myself to fix the mess.


And what a beauty I would find

In the reflection that I see

To be overwhelmed with love

For the person that is me.


But fairytales are just for kids

And what used to be magic is gone

Told repeatedly my love was a waste

Now this story shall never see the dawn.