Messy Bouquets

happily ever after

I opened the book

and read aloud "Once upon a time."

I saw the photos of princesses,

but knew this story would be mine.

I slipped into fairytales

like Cinderella slipped into her shoe.

I waited for Peter Pan,

for in my dreams we always flew.

I bit into the apple,

despite knowing it was poison.

I fell for Prince Charmings,

knowing they were a dime a dozen.

I kept turning pages

and read of tears and laughter.

And even when it feels hard,

I'll keep reading for my "Happily ever after."