dreams
when i was little,my mom would read me
fairy tales,
and i would dream
of when my life
would become
one.
now that I've
grown up,
i know there are
no
knights in
shining armor,
no princes
waiting to
whisk me away
and yet, there
are still
fire breathing dragons,
still witches waiting to ponce,
still trickster fairies and pixies.
even thought
i know this is true,
i still dream of
being a princess,
and finding
the one prince
meant for me.
i may never be
that princess,
but i still have
found
my happy ending,
my prince,
my one true love.
and that's good enough for me.
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