If I believed in Fairy Tales
I’d be a lonely maid.
I’d hum and swim throughout the lake,
While my heart lie still with an ache.
An ache that only my Prince could heal,
With a simple kiss, he’d be revealed,
& in the blink of an eye,
I’d be swept off my feet.
But believing in fairy tales, my dear,
Is like humming under water.
Not a peep can be heard,
Not a heartbeat.
So keep humming under water,
My fair beauty,
& maybe a miracle shall occur.
But keep your hopes loose & low,
For there is no such thing
As a prince or a king
Who can heal a shattered girl’s heart
By her own will & doing.