What do you do when you figure out you missed it?
How do you pick up the pieces when you realize it’s never going to be the same it could have been?
Trust is meaningless. Hope is frail. Illusions of a dream never meant to come true.
Prince Charming is a joke. Love is elusive, meant for tales we weave beyond our woes.
Dreamers exist to brighten the world with fallacies. We lose ourselves in the romance of fantasy.
Dreams and wishes our hearts make put us fast to sleep, slumbering in clouds to escape reality.
Reading ourselves stories to brighten the night, where every happy ending is true. For who reads to remind themself life is frail?
And now broken love remains. A light to shine out to the others, perhaps someone might be cheered from this endless gloom.
Take heart, hope at least burns for someone. It doesn’t mean reality gets better. But at least you know someone cares. I can care enough for you when you lose sight of yourself.