Lies

Beauty walks by
And I think about halting it’s progress
To take it in my arms,
Running her long silky hair
Through my fingertips
(Where so much slips through my grasp).
The smile is for me
With its sparkling teeth-
Perfection-
And she laughs,
Cool and clear
Like beauty sometimes does.
She could have time for me,
Acknowledge my existence,
Be part of a fairy tale…

But no,
She is a lie.
Though she doesn’t exist
She is not a fairy tale,
Because the fairies impregnate their stories
With love,
And she could never have my heart…
For she is not you.