What's Real

Here I am sitting waiting for a prince charming that is hardly galloping, I must watch too many fantasies, I must read too many romances because in the real world nothing is like you want it to be. Everything is forced. Your pressured to find someone quick, That's not what love means to me. I see everyone falling in love and I wonder about myself. What's a girl like me doing alone? Maybe it's because my head is in too many clouds to breath. Even when a guy tries to approach me I knock him off his pedestal. I am perhaps just a little too mighty and yes I guess I have an ego on me but that's doesn't mean i'm not approachable. I will weaken to my knees when the right guy comes along. Tears drop down my face as I dream about the one I loved. So far away from me now that I can't feel him so I just let him go. Now i'm searching for someone just like him, Isn't it funny how the heart can be retarded. Your head is telling you no just forget it and your heart is beating messing things up causing you to lose it. But these feelings are real, my heart craving attention so much that I have no choice but to believe in silly romances. I have yet to feel that heart beating moment that makes my eyes water. But that's real and not a fairytale and as I close my eyes I know he's out there.