Once upon a fairytale,
With her hair of gold
Lived a maiden so fair
Like stories of old
She rode upon a black horse
Nightmare was his name
Her hair tumbled behind her
She had known no pain
Her name Liliana
Fresh as a rain drop
She was kind and loving
Her heart would never stop
Face pale as the snowflake
Eyes blue as the sea
Skin as soft as velvet
People let her be
Who am I kidding?
That would never be me
I'm ugly, that's not my name
And they won't let me be
I have no horse black as night
No hair as bright as gold
No pale skin like the moonlight
No Prince Charming so bold
YOU ARE READING
Poems
ŞiirI wrote these poems over a span of time where something in my life just didn't go right. Whether it was missing an old friend who I cared about and loved, or realizing that my new crush didn't (and probably never would) like me, each of these helped...
