I always wanted to live a fairy tale,
To have my heart
stolen by a charming prince,
Who defeats evil
for my love.
Sitting in a cafe,
holding my book,
My eyes wondered
outside the window,
Watching people minding
their business,
Suddenly he shows
up, tall and handsome,
So charmingly
European....
Enchanted by his
voice,
Asking "is
this seat taken?"
(No one can fill
it better, I thought)
I smiled, feeling
the heat in my face,
He sat before me:
my story has just begun!
Our eyes would
meet, blue meeting black,
We would be spell
bound,
He would start a
conversation, about the weather maybe,
In a minute we'd
become "match made in heaven",
We would exchange
numbers, and he would call me,
We would live the fairy
tale…
But every tale has
an evil witch,
To spell-bound the
lovers,
Setting them apart far away from each other...
(I can see it in
your eyes, your blue avoiding my black,
I can see where
you are looking),
My scarf sends you
away,
Further beyond the
oceans between our countries,
I will always be
foreign to you,)
I blinked, and
there he was,
turning toward the
equally blue eyes,
They both make a
perfect couple!
My story ends as
it began...
Just a fairy tale…
Wow. That was like watching a short film!
ReplyDeleteI am interested in the narrative since so much is happening with me in London. I can use these experiences in my writing
DeleteAwesome, just perfectly awesome
ReplyDeleteAwesome, just perfectly awesome
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