Monday, November 11, 2013


Even though He could have Princesses and Sleeping Beauties,
He still chose Her.
What is so special about Her that He stays?
She is nothing,
but yet he sees perfection that was never there,
and like the Itsy-Bitsy Spider he keeps climbing up the spout
because each time he falls boosts his determination.
He is fighting a losing battle,
trying over and over to put Humpty Dumpty back together
when not even the Kings men could.
He is fights a war that He cannot win.

She is broken.
More than even She realizes.
She hides behind smiles and laughs but at midnight,
Her heart cries to the ear-shattering silence.
Why bother?
Why cry when no one can hear?
She believes he is a Prince,
and she is a beggar at worst.
He says she is a Queen,
and thinks himself a glorified peasant.
Neither believes they deserve a happy ending,
but both do.
They have been through too much,
and need each other, but she is closed.
To everyone.
Theirs is a tragic Fairy-Tale…
for when you don’t give something the belief it needs to survive,
it quits trying to live.

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