Her name dropped like honey from his translucent lips;
His breath formed a love heart on the
Frosted window pane
And he watched as
She ripped off her dirty, torn lacy dress
Her hands shaking
He watched as she brushed her fingers through the
Tangle of sticks and leaves in her hair and
He winced with her when she washed the dried blood off her mouth.
She slipped into bed with a whimper and he saw the
Dirt-streaked tears staining her sash
And when he could watch no more, he flew away
His heart as heavy as remorse-filled lead
And Wendy choked back her tears as she thought thoughts of
Unrequited love, insolvent dreams and broken hearts

That's the true story without the cottoncandy,sugaricing,cherryontop coated fairytale