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Your eyes tell stories more fictitious than the Disney movies I grew up watching. Where tales of heroism and unfailing love filled my mind with a tangible hope that penetrated my soul And the same one that I cling to now in solace while I lie in my bed convincing myself of just the opposite. That fairytales don't exist. That the look in your eyes is a lie. And that although in the deepest crevice of my heart, and in the gut of my bottomless stomach I know you feel at least something, I will forever deem it unattainable. Because Mr. Disney didn't write my life story and I am no princess nor you a Prince Charming. And those tales of happy endings and true love are for people who are afraid of a rocky road and an uncertain future. Snow White was helpless. Cinderella had no backbone, And the truth is we are all beasts in need of a Belle. So if there's one thing I can request of you love, it is that the next time you look at me from across the room with that gaze that re-ignites hope in my soul, it is that you do so with eyes like hers, pure and untainted void of selfishness and fear. Because deep down I will always be that little girl sitting in front of the tv screen believing wholeheartedly that one day that tale will be mine.
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Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 6:11 PM UTC
A fairy tale
Your eyes tell stories more fictitious than the Disney movies I grew up watching. Where tales of heroism and unfailing love filled my mind with a tangible hope that penetrated my soul And the same one that I cling to now in solace while I lie in my bed convincing myself of just the opposite. That fairytales don't exist. That the look in your eyes is a lie. And that although in the deepest crevice of my heart, and in the gut of my bottomless stomach I know you feel at least something, I will forever deem it unattainable. Because Mr. Disney didn't write my life story and I am no princess nor you a Prince Charming. And those tales of happy endings and true love are for people who are afraid of a rocky road and an uncertain future. Snow White was helpless. Cinderella had no backbone, And the truth is we are all beasts in need of a Belle. So if there's one thing I can request of you love, it is that the next time you look at me from across the room with that gaze that re-ignites hope in my soul, it is that you do so with eyes like hers, pure and untainted void of selfishness and fear. Because deep down I will always be that little girl sitting in front of the tv screen believing wholeheartedly that one day that tale will be mine.
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Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 6:11 PM UTC
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