Fairy Tales
It’s what fairy tales are made of
Those moments that
Make the heart stop
The flutter
The onset of love
But reality crashes in waves
And it wasn't the right
Time, person, place
It wasn't a movie
It wasn't a fairy tale
I expected a warm embrace
But it was suffocation
I was stripped of my being
Because what was once mine
And mine alone
Is now his to hold
Copyright © Kristine Spike | Year Posted 2016
|