There once was a girl who
Dream big, and had her head
In thr clouds. She red all the
Fairy-tales you could name.

One warm night the girl looked
Up at the silver moon lit sky.
Wondering if fairytales were
True or just a wonderful lie.

All she ever knew was witches and
*******, Lairs and story tellers. There was
No glass slippers or fairy godmothers.
All she ever was lost and alone.

Every midnight she sits on a step.
Watching the moon and the stars.
Waiting on her prince and her happily
Ever after.