I saw her, staring straight.
I looked closer, only to see a broken door.
She looks lost, as if in trance.
An abandoned closet, stands.
She shut it close, then turned her back.
She walked slowly, but abruptly looked back.
She opened it again, hoping for something magical to happen.
Her face lit up, eyes sparkled, heart racing, hands trembling.
To her dismay, there stood a gigantic closet;
old and broken.
As her eyes glistened with tears,
I walked up to her and said;
"Fairytale don't just magically happen,
you have to make it happen."
