This is another from a while back when I was really disillusioned with that love thing. It's about a couple, who when they were newlyweds experienced bliss, aka happily ever after, and now their dealing with the hard part after that.
Why do fairytales always have to end?
Though it’s happ’ly ever after, there are heartaches that time can’t mend.
Even prince charming has a bad day,
Glass shoes and tiaras, soon fade away.
At midnight silk dresses turn into rags,
Roses wilt swiftly, and droop like limp flags.
Cursed spinning wheels prick us again,
And old poisoned apples more potent than when,
We fell the first time,
In what we thought was sublime.
In after happ’ly ever after.
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