I've been told of love stories but what happened to all the mistakes made along the way? Those stories of passion turned to regret... Fondness turned to hatred.... What about being ******* over after being *******? Am I supposed to believe that fairy tales are all that exist when I observe what reality really is?
I haven't really looked this poem over since I wrote it just a few minutes ago...I guess it is just a draft until I can edit it.
Fairy tales only serve the purpose of riling up kids to think that their Prince Charming exist but then they are broken down by reality. I think there is a type of Prince Charming that exists in reality....When you find a guy that meets more than your physical needs such as engaging you intellectually and emotionally....and respects you as a strong women that you are, then you have the right to call that guy your Prince Charming. It might be a distorted version then what you expected as a young girl but perhaps it is a better version.