I spent days gluing you whole,
In Storybrooke I'm the writer role,
You had lost every page,
Henry had been in rage,
Was a joy gluing you whole.
They all thought I was crazy,
When I had you I figured it out,
The savior was my mom,
Magic is the bad bomb,
These thoughts made me look crazy.
You say I fought for true love,
You say I had fought for my kingdom,
You know all this somehow,
You don't lie I know now,
Its true I fought for true love.
To you I am just not good,
That's why I cannot love Robin Hood,
A hero is not me,
Even when you do see,
The author shall see me good.
How are all your stories real,
Everything was fate including Neal,
Your pages have the truth,
Cora and Pan and Ruth,
Why are all your stories real.
You are Once Upon A Time,
Each page individually prime,
I've read so many books,
All compared seemed as rooks,
I live Once Upon A Time.