Fantastically Real... Or Not

Are there no such things as fairytales?
Are young girls all deceived?
All the wishing and the hoping
What good can it be?
When seeing life for what it really is
Do we shrink away and cower?
Are we content to leave Repunzel
Locked away up in a tower?
But real life; it is so bitter sweet
Once believing then doubting all
When our prince comes prancing gallantly
A straight crash into the wall…

So aptly named are fairytales
For tales are all they are
Spending long cold nights at home alone
And dressing up the scars
How do I face the world again
After finally becoming aware
That I leapt hastily from a building
On not even but a dare
Love, love, unrequited love
Soft silky lips are mine to miss
Because there may be no such thing
As wonderful as true loves kiss…

It is silly but I must confess that I
Am no better than the average maid
For though my talk is cynical
All the options must be weighed
Maybe he’s out there waiting too
Searching ‘cross the distant land
He is carefully biding all his time
Then he’ll one day ask my hand
It could be just like I planned it
However unlikely that may be
So until then I guess I’ll wait for him
I’m blind before I see…