The Girl of My Dreams
I married the girl of my dreams,
Then awoke to see it end.
The dream, not as it seems
Turns to make believe--pretend.
So it is with fairy tales--
They come true while we're asleep,
But the happily ever after
Turns to ashes in a heap--
Once we awaken to the dawn,
With but a faded memory...
And a yawn!
~Mel
Copyright © Mel Merrill | Year Posted 2014
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