Princess

Once upon a time,
In land far far away (lol Australia),
There lived a boy
And a girl.

Her name was Eleanor Bridges,
His was Damien Clarke.
And, For petty reasons,
This boy called this girl Princess.

To mock her,
Annoy her,
And infuriate her.

She preferred the more traditional nickname of 'Di*k" to refer to him.

They met by chance,
Much to both their dismays,
But after that first glance,
They always seemed to cross pathways.

He glared at her at first,
She yelled at him to no ends
But when the fire would calm
They accepted each other as -meh- friends

After the many chance meetings
And the many rude greetings
They learnt to tolerate each other
Shocklingly, they didn't mind one another.

Once they were enemies,
Then those feelings began to fade
Only to make their relationship
More confusing by the day.

Of Course there are other in their lives,
That kept shattering their laughter,
Because of these other people it seemed impossible
To dream of 'happily ever after'

Once this boy called her Princess
As a joke, A lie,
An insult.

But as time passed
Slowly, at last,
He began to belive in Fairy Tales

She slowly saw him as a Prince,
Too

But there is always a witch,
And the bad guys
Even in the most real of all
Fairy Tales

And there isn't always,
Happily Ever After