He wasn't touched by fiction
He doesn't believe in fairytales
He doesn't know he's my Prince
And I badly love happy endings.
He laughed at my vampire stories
How childish the fairies and dwarfs stuffs
Tamed the Powers with his logic books
And explained Miracles with numbers and concepts.
But I was enchanted, this love is real
This is so magical, it promises Forever
Though it's a sweet secret,it lovingly grows
Fly with me, let's escape the reality.
He frowned as I cry over Romeo and Juliet
I decided to confess him my unbearable feelings
But he glared as I said, 'I fell for Shakespeare.'
He'll never know, how fictitious the real thing is.
Cause this secret feeling is sweetly kept
It is just whispered on the silent wind
Cause this is a story a musical rain can tell
And so it's love, it's magic, it's our fairy tale.
But he said he'll never believe in it
Cause I'm no princess, just a girl with books
Cause the dresses I wear doesn't make it real
But in both worlds, princess and girl could cry and run away.
That's when he opened his eyes
To the world of brilliant different shades
He said, 'Once upon a time, this is where story starts,
I fell in love with a girl and a princess in you.'
And he's my prince on a real world scene
Cause he's on a story hard to believe that's happening
Cause he followed the girl who believed in him
For how he doesn't believe is a fiction tale to her.
YOU ARE READING
An Ink for Words
PoetryIt's a collection of the words and lines that aren't resting in my head and probably from that muscular muscle in my chest, too.
