This is reality, real life.
Theres no fairy god mothers, red slippers, or magic.
No prince charming to sweep me off my feet.
But bullies, jealous girls, and hurtful people.
There will be no happy ending, or extravagant castle,
Just me, living in a small house or apartment somewhere struggling through life ‘til i die.
In my world, there will be no happy ending, i won’t get my prince charming.
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Poetrysome of my poetry i oh so desperatly tried to write myself... not the best but hay! who said i was any good at all? but i still bet you wont read it!!!
