Fairy Tales

I can remember stories,

Those things my mother said.

She told me fairy tales before I went to bed.

She spoke of a happy ending, then tucked me in real tight.

She turned my light night on, and kissed my face goodnight.

My mind was filled with the visions, of perfect paradise.

She told me everything, she said he'd be so nice.

He'd ride up on his horse and, take me away one night.

I'd be soo happy with him, we'd ride clean out of sight.

She never said that we would, curse, cry and scream and lie.

She never said that maybe, someday he'd say Goodbye.




The story ends, as stories do,

Reality steps into view....

No longer living life in paradise...

Or fairy tales.





Fairy Tales. Anita Baker.

Who would have known.. reality can be soo much different than fairy tales!