(2003) My Sort Of Fairytale - Poem by Deana Rode
In my prison I waited; looking for a Prince to take me away...
I never expected to find him in a friend;
that you would become my destined beloved...
You took me to paradise;
my fairytale starting on top of the clouds,
taking me places I never knew were in me,
laughing, smiling, and together as one...
But something's going wrong;
aren't fairytales supposed to be forever?
We're falling down now;
hitting the ground of reality I look for you,
but you're walking away from me;
walking into the arms of someone else...
Wait, my prince, don't leave me in this world alone;
I thought fairytales had happy endings;
ones where love lives happily ever after,
but you're gone...
So I stand here in the place where I saw my world vanish;
waiting for my prince to return to me
and bring my fairytale its rightful end.
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