Like a beautiful fairy tale,
Soft and fluffy like a blanket,
A dream I slept in, a love I woke for.

In fluttering white, I held your hand,
Leaving all the shades behind.
For our love seemed the end —
More perfect than fairy tales.

But eyes never see beyond the curtains.
Our voices, once harmonized,
Now fight to be the loudest,
Slowly fading into silence.

The years we promised,
We now count in days.
What lies beyond the end, I doubt —
The unknown happily-ever-after of fairy tales.