It started as a fairy tale, told all in the 'verse;
Where dreams come true and words go free,
And two hearts beat in harmony,
With no need to rehearse.
Fairy tales have given way to cars and trees and things,
Like kids and chores and bills and stuff,
And clearly love is not enough,
And words begin to sting.
And just a little more each day, love gives way to fear,
As we begin to ask ourselves, what are we doing here?
9 years ago
