I do dream of my own fairytale,
where my prince will be on a grand, white horse,
riding towards my cottage,
to fetch me to the castle,
to be wedded.

But sadly enough, I've forgotten there's no fairytales.
This is the cold, harsh and cruel world - the reality.
Suddenly, my hopes are being dashed,
as I slowly pick myself up from my wishful thinking.

Back at the castle, deep inside, lay another but your actual princess,
just like me, beautifully dressed, waiting for our prince
- Look at the smile and excitement!

Then I arrived. But alas!
Humiliation surfaced instead,
as sadness pierced into the delicate heart like a million knives,
and then... I collapse.

I blinked,
and my wedding gown disappear,
just like Cinderella and her story;
I left only my glass slippers.
But what are they?
Blood of painful memories.

This is afterall, the reality,
and fairytales exist only in books,
horrible world created by human beings.
True love's kiss?
Snap! Don't dream.


Shhh.. after I dry my last tear, I promise never to cry for you again.
Shhh again, don't wait if you're not going to gain anything.




`that's me.
But I'm still dreaming.