Is that I'm not meant to have fairy tale kinda love?
Or am I meant to suffer in silence?
To be stuck on someone, who makes no
Effort to be in my life...
To have unbelievably faked happy smiles?
Or simply nothing can go my way?
Not even once?
Is it that some people are destined for fame
And fortune,
While on the other side,
Me? Pain and pity?
Or maybe its simply the journey?
And that life may possibly, hopefully, look up one day
See, I've been looking to the ground for so long,
that even up, is down...
The ephemeral, desirable, nature of life and love,
Are the realities of the royal,
And the fantasies of fickle people,
Of people,
Like me...
