Fairytale Poem by Lauren Miller

Fairytale



I stumble upon these shaky legs
Streching to infite teritories
Grew up on the wrong side of the track marks
Overcome is a word we heard alot
It was stuck in my peripheral vision which I sometimes like to call no mans land
Because I never look behind
I continously bind myself with visions of the in-between
Of the not yet seen, Of the never to be believed
Can you believe I lived such a cherised life
In which I never came under the influence of fairytales

Prince Charming is a wannabe who went to the courthouse and changed his name
Because he couldn't get laid
Happy endings are the ones in which you make it out alive
White horses are rusted cadillacs that shouldn't even be allowed on the freeway
You eat a poison apple and no kiss or gentle care will bring you back again

I'm quite lucky to have never been force-fed these images of heterosexual love
I have always found the gentle ingorance between movies and real life
Advertised as the real thing, but someone just threw it away
Now you're buying it overpriced and with rips in the seams

I knew the dictionary definition of the word love
But more than knowing the word I knew the meaning behind it
That if you fall into it you can fall back out
That if you ingore it's existence between two star crossed lovers in advance you could save yourself the heartbreak
That love is just a synonym for lust and heartbreak

Now don't be so nieve as to assume that I've never expierenced 'love'
I've look crowds dead in the eye and learned to love myself
I've been called every naughty word under your mothers tounge and had my heart grow by someone who would still hold my hair back if I was puking out the seven seas
I've looked at a sunny day froming from a rainy night with a rainbow in the sky and felt the presence of love shine down on every pore on my body

To say I don't believe in Love would be childish
However I'm just not looking to find myself in such a terrible mess
I've seen bloody hands work overtime to make things right
I've seen good deeds go punished and seen the victim help another man
I've seen lonely girls cry and I've felt the sting of razorblades, but I have too, seen them laugh
I've seen better days, that I wish I could replay If only I had a pristine Imagination (which I don't)
But I still believe In love, I just won't go looking for heartbreak

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