Fairytale
To speak of a love so true and great ,
Are like fairytales of old and fate.
They speak of love like a breeze through the air,
But you never know you love them til you both are never near.
To want a love that no one has,
Is like asking for prince with a special land.
They may say it is spelled to be great and fair,
But when you get there all you feel is zero love in the air.
You try again with another prince,
They bring you love with no respect,
So you get hurt and fall again,
Never wanting to try again.
You heal and you grow and meet a pheasant and wonder what they can offer that the others could not,
They offer unconditional love but you cannot accept ,
Because of all the pain endured,
You feel that your fairy tail is never there,
You turn them away no matter how great,
All because you feel the pain of all the weight.
Your fairytale is you and only you can make it great,
The others may not last but it is you who will be the one to test fate.
~Blanca Villanueva Proa
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PoesíaThis poem is about what I've been going through a little bit with love recently and hopefully it can reach some of you as I make more deeper ones.
