Poem: Do I Have To Be the Fairytale?
Do I have to be the fairytale? Can I be the wild one?
The one that just walked out of the book, on a wild horse,
I stood by the window and told you that I’d wait, for the sea to calm its waves,
I lost my voice for you, so you could sing,
Why can’t the Beauty sometimes become the Beast?
I once had a stepmother, but I never had wicked stepsisters,
Maybe I am the wicked one, the voiceless with a voice,
I throw my ashes in your face, and leave this condemned ball,
My heart is glass, so I do not need the glass slipper,
I’ll let her cut her toes to see if it fits,
The tree will do its business, and I’ll walk away from Charming,
To become Prince, no not Prince,
King, Queen, Happy,
Me, wild heart, heart wild,
Do I have to be the fairytale?
I want my own edgy dark castle, not a palace with unicorns,
I have woken from this sleep and ripped this page,
That speaks of love apart,
Flying, soaring through the air, a different page
Now I am Peter Pan, and you are Wendy,
Tell me, do you see me?
Calling out of your window,
The rose has not lost all its petals yet,
I still have time,
So can you tell me?
Would you let me be your fairytale?