What was and what used to be

They're what all little girls aspire to be; a princess

Dressed and clothed with dignity

At the end finally getting a man

Yet at last living happily ever after again

 

Once upon a time is such a tragedy 

Thinking about the past as your reality

When I was little I thought of such 

Prince Charming is coming 

After that there's not much

 

As I matured I've learned a little thing

My heart can be such a valuable thing to bring

A true treasure underneath the bellows of my being

 

The result: My love is an aching inside of me

 

Once upon a time is such a tragedy 

Thinking about the past as your reality

When I was little I thought of such

Now I've gotten my heart broken once

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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