Her Happily Ever After Poem by charlotte harris

It's fairytale like,
The way it all fits,
The girl,
Whisked away by her Prince,
The way they charged with pitchforks,
Ready to stab,
Willing to kill,
And just when you think its going to fall apart,
Its happily ever after.
Yet she sits there waiting,
Waiting for her happily ever after,
And as the narrator its my job to tell you,
To tell you that it will come.
When she runs home,
When she swears its over,
That there's never a point.
When she's on the verge of breaking.
It will come.
It will come swift,
A spark of hope,
A flickering light,
And then she'll smile.
From that day she'll know,
She'll know its her happily ever after.