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
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We are struggling, it is a tough adjustment, all of us under the same roof, it has only been a few moths...working out the kinks. I love you, we will all be ok. This dark time will get better, my words will be kinder, and I know the fear will be replaced by hope, and better understanding for ALL of us.
I love you lots and lots and lots and LOTS.
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