Through the Looking Glass

My Fairytale

My Fairytale

When my story unfolds,

There will be no fairytale to be told,

I will stand there completely broken,

And eternally scorned,

My heart turned cold,

From the lies I’ve been told,

For nothing is as it seems,

Once the looking glass is broken,

My dress ripped and torn from the seams,

The pumpkin is rotten to the core,

And the long awaited kiss,

Taste like acid upon my lips,

Either way when the sun sets,

I’ll stand there still being me,

Demanding you to tell me why,

Everything turned out to be a lie,

The fairy dust turned black as smoke,

Knowing now that reality tells the true tale,

Where happiness is never found,

Sweet lullabies are sung to only ease the pain,

For when fairytales are dead,

True love can never win.