The Fairytale

The Fairytale


She waits for her Prince Charming,

And she knows that he will come,

Because she is a good girl,

She wasn't one of the dumb,

Her other friends bore children

Before marriage,as she waited,

She dare not admit to their happiness,

To her specialness she was fated,

The clock struck twelve, at forty four,

Her hair now getting grey,

Claiming not a man had truly loved her,

Because there had been no wedding day,

And all the men who sought to woo her,

And take her by the hand,

Were happily wed, with children and wives

Who before marrying took them to bed,

The years grew cold and dark,

She even learned some masturbation,

But she could not bear to see just how 

She led herself to this desperation,

At eighty five, her Prince arrived,

They married in a church,

They're both too worthy for this world,

To live it for all of it's worth,

No children birthed, they live their lives,

Content to think that love,

Is isolating from the world,

That's all they're worthy of.





12:49 PM 6/22/2013





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