This is a short poem written from the point of view of a girl that is finally growing up and how understanding the cliche’s of the world aren’t actual realities. How loving yourself is alot more important than finding someone to love you.
I hope you enjoy it!
As a kidI believed in fairytalesWhere a prince would rescue meAnd I would heal himBut reality struck hardAnd no one came to save meI got sick of playing the victimAnd got myself out of the tall palaceAs a kidI believed in fairytalesWhere a prince would injure himselfAnd I would heal himBut reality struck hardAnd I realised the prince isn’t the only one with scars,That I cannot heal anythingAnd He didnt want to always be healedMuch less he could never get rid of the scarsNo matter what he took from me
As a kidI believed in fairytalesWhere love would always have a happy endWhere after a few blowsThings would be like a magical worldBut reality struck hardAnd I understood why couples fell apartBlows, punches and knivesAre thrown again and againat those that loveEach one aiming straight for the heartAs a kid I believed in fairytalesAnd sadly,Now, I dontCause this push and pull game isn’t my only aimI have places to reachAnd things to achieveA prince just drags me downIf ever, I want a kingBecause reality did strike hardAnd I realisedI simply cannot letlove destroyWhat’s left of my heart
Do you still believe in fairytales?
Tell me why in the comments below, if you do. If you don’t let me know if you agree with me !
Love ya’ll,
See you on the 15th Oct with a brand new post!
I do believe in fairly tales..! but it’s me who decides the characters and play ❤
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So you believe in them only in writing?
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No…! I write them and play it in my life…
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It seems that you think that the wounds from love diminished your heart, so then do you not be loving anymore and wall your heart defensively from anymore life? Here’s a poem by D.H. Lawrence that might apply, I don’t know.
Searching for Love
Those that go searching for love only
make manifest their own lovelessness, and
the loveless never find love, only the
loving find love, and they never have to
seek for it.
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I think Fairytales could be a very good scientific brain structure in which to lead people down to discover new technologies. So instead of getting people lost in a fairytale land with princes and unicorns, it is a realistic land that varies in numerous predetermined ways in order to trigger new ideas and thoughts, which is exactly what day dreaming and imagining does. You just never tried to find a use for the very complicated brain structure required to create entire other worlds at a whim in your head.
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Reblogged this on Beneath The Mask and commented:
MUST READ.
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I want to believe. I want to be my wife’s Prince Charming, but I feel more like her King of Shit. It’s amazing, I was just thinking about being a Prince Charming when I got the notification of this posting. It’s hard to keep up hope when your soul wants to despair, but I think that’s where the ending of the story is decided, does the hero stand through the tide, or allow himself to be swept away when confronted with the powerful push and pull game working against him?
Beautiful poem, it’s definitely relatable, eloquent and illustrative. I enjoy your work!
Thanks!
Gabriel
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so beautiful! love this!
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Thank you so much! ❤❤
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I agree with the girl when she says that she doesn’t believe in fairy tales. I believed in the same fairy tale that she did, but that turned out to be false. We need to grow up some day!
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I agree. Thank you for reading and leaving a comment ❤
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