Fairy tales don't feel that real,
in fairy tales you can't feel pain,
not the nip of frostbite,
nor the bruises on your legs.
In fairy tales you can't know love,
of a soft gentle kiss,
or the heat of lust.
In fairy tales ones dreams mean naught,
there is no give,
there is no want.
So you can choose,
was it real or a lie?
You know the truth,
of those days and nights.
The memory remains,
of my hand in yours,
of the taste of our kiss,
under the stars brilliant shine.
Not my dreams nor yours,
could create such a tale,
of sliding, and foosball,
of sledding, and song,
and my hand in yours,
through prayer and through tears,
all night long.
I have the proof in my heart, my soul, my mind,
so if you won't trust to reality,
then try something new,
and believe in me
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Submission Name: Fairy tale reality
