Sometimes, I wish life was a fairy tale,
I wish there was a Hogwarts,
and I wish my classes required me to acquire
a wand to pass the class,
And I wish I owned a broom not for sweeping
the dust and mud under the rug,
But for flying above the clouds
In the early morning sky,
As the Sun peaks out from
underneath the moons darkest blanket of
stars and caresses the fluffy down feathered
clouds,
I wish there was a NeverLand,
Where I could carry on Peter Pan’s legend,
Where I would forever never grow up and try
to teach old grumps to stray away from
young boys and to focus on women or men
their own age,
But because I know that grown grumps do
not listen well,
And will kiss the un-kissable lips of my
unwilling and un-twitter-pated pals as a souls
sucking Dementor would,
I will carry a sterling silver sword by my side
to warn off any predators, and slit the throat of
any deceiver,
I wish I could stare out my wary window with big blue doe eyes and see a magical
castle and be for sure that my fairy godmother has my back and, she, is packed (if u
know what I mean)
And that Prince Charming will come some day to play the part of my husband to be,
And I would wake every morning singing to the bright blue jays tunes,
Hell if I knew that whatever I do I would always get my prince,
well I would sing every damn day too,
Sometimes I wish just one simple kiss could solve anything, everything,
This kiss would be phenomenal, feathery light and leaving my prince panting and
yearning for more,
Our lips would lock and acting as a key our happily ever after would be unlocked,
and then, and only then, we would pocket it in an album for safe keeping,
But this,
this life here,
is not a fairy tale,
And if it is,
It is someone else’s,
But since this is not my fairy tale,
Instead of riding my broom at the break of dawn for everyone to see,
I will cast out at midnight,
When you expect me at my weakest,
When you expect me to be sleeping in my warm bed,
Be warned, I will soar under your skin leaving you with blisters and bruises to your ego,
And I will gain the knowledge to life
And be the first to touch the burning green and red dancing Alaskan lights,
And the sky will not lie,
It will not be my limit,
It will be my beginning,
I will push through the dark depths of despair and poke that thick bubble
YOU are just waiting for me to burst,
And only then will you understand that I do not sincerely wish life to be a fairy tale,
But I wish to be happy,
And I will protect those who I love, including myself,
And I will get my happy ending with or without my fairy god mother