Fairytale Lover
I read a line, a verse, a poem
Of cheated love and how it dies
And in the end all it said was
That fairytales were lies.
I heard a cry deep inside me
Of a child I use to be
Memories are made of love,
Fairytales and Christmas trees.
There’s always another love
And always a cheating part
That’s when fairytales remind me
I want to be a child at hart.
So when love lets you down
And all you seem to do is cry
Just remember childhood dreams
And fairytales were sweetest lies.
Fairytale lover.
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