Something like magic, a soft breeze...
Fluttering angel wings..

He stood bright and shiney like I created him out of the best dreams and fancies.

Don't look now , Prince Charming has fallen off the high horse.

His face is crumbling in on itself and the real face is coming trough.

I don't know this man... not sure if I will even like him.

Things have changed and his sweetness and innocent demeanor have changed.

Standing before a raging bull I cry out,  can anyone hear my cries?

I've been a fool for  this love too many times.

He cannot be allowed back once the gates are closed this time.

Maybe it's just time to wake up...the alarm clock is buzzing in my head.