The Tales of Fairies.


If everyday was a fairytale,

I'm not really sure

If I could carry on believing,

In something so pure -

Perfect.

All I've ever wanted,

Is to be able to live

Without any setbacks,

Without falling over

Like you do.

Sitting under the shadows

Of a wise old oak,

With your arms around me -

Telling me stories,

Weaving nonsensical ribbons,

Glittering strands of the tales

Of fairies,

Where they just smile -

And everything is all right.

But I'm not a child anymore,

It can get difficult to believe.