The Story of My Life
The Story of My Life
Once upon a time, I thought
I knew love.
Love was when you find your prince
and live happily ever after-
like a fairytale.
Your prince was easy to find,
looking so dashing
with the cutest smile
and best of all,
looking for YOU.
The villain’s bad guys
had capes and mustaches.
The villains were
easy to spot too; they were dark, bad,
and hated love.
But as I grow older, I'm beginning
to learn
that love isn't easy...
like a fairy tale.
My fairy godmother
is nowhere to be seen, and
no one is going to hand me
my dream.
Fairytale endings aren’t what they seem.
Your future isn’t decided by your shoe size.
The prince is harder to find and
the bad guys seem to outnumber
the good. I have no idea who
my prince charming is or if
he even knows I exist-
He’s hard to spot
drifting in and out of the shadows.
The bad guys don’t wear capes,
and the villains don’t always hate
love, they are masters of it. They
have bright smiles and
perfect hair and
a way with words that
makes you
Fall….
…. In
….Love.
You don’t realize
you’ve been captured
until it’s too late.