I used to tell my
Baby sister of
Princesses and dragons,
Towers and dungeons,
Magical horses and fairies.
I found out it was
Real not too long after –
I had a life like a
Fairytale.
I was the Frog Prince,
Ugly Evil before I
Met a girl. I
Kissed her, and my
Life changed.
I was a
Frog in a man suit,
Handsome Good on the outside;
Ugly Evil on the in.
Along came the
Warrior Princess, just as in
Fairytales she would,
She kissed me
I kissed her.
I feel like a man now, though
I am still a frog.
My life is still like a
Fairytale, though
I told her differently.
I used to tell my
Baby sister of
Princesses and dragons,
Towers and dungeons,
Magical horses and fairies.
I found out it was
Real, and now I
Deny it, but I
Know the truth: –
I am a Frog Prince,
She is a Warrior Princess.
We live a fairytale existence.
Same sort of thing really. Just thinking about the fairytale thing again, slightly sleep deprived, and this happened (it's written in a page or two of my diary somewhere between yesterday's complaining about school and parents …).