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Once Upon A Time


Once upon a time, I Used to Dream in Storybook rhymes. That told of a Prince that would come sweep me off my feet He’d stand under my window and throw rocks for me. But that’s just it, it was a childhood dream Those thoughts and feelings are long gone And just like chess, I became a pawn In the game of loveless love my parents had played. I was on the front lines and I suffered the pain. The front lines: where their weapons were words; Their words were filled with venom the players felt their opponent deserved And I sat as a child and merely observed. And through my sufferings I learned to deal, By making a way that I would never need to heal. Once upon a time, I closed off this heart of mine, When I learned that there’s no such thing as storybook love, No such thing as the fairytales I would dream of. I kept it secure and in doing so I became distant and lost But I did it so I would endure, I made a promise to myself, and on my heart I traced a cross. But Once Upon a Time I was a little girl And I lived inside a Beautiful, Stained Glass World. Once Upon a Time My Parents were in love They Lived A Happily Ever After And said “I Do” under the church rafters I believed in love at first sight, Along with unicorns, and fairies and evil dragons in flight. I remembered to always look for the silver line, But that was only once upon a time… Once upon a time, my parents faced a steep Incline with a cliff on their side, They were ready to jump and forget about me, myself, and I. If they had the love that I had learned of, Why were they so ready to give up? There was supposed to be a light at the end of the tunnel But the dark just kept dragging on. What was I supposed to do when they wouldn’t live as one? And they would tell me that they were still in love? I would learn to live with how my life became what it is today, I thought the war had come to an end but I realized it still rages within, Because even though it’s a few years later I now see I’ve hit the iceberg, and like the Titanic I’ve sank into a frozen danger. The waters froze my heart over leaving no room for the warmth and love of another. This leaves me to wish I could return to my once upon a time, Where everything around me was part of a soft lie Leading me to believe that everyone’s life story started with the words “Once upon a time…”
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