Not in Sleeping Beauty,
Where I just sit still and look pretty
Then prince charming shall arrive
Despite the wall of thorns
That around my castle have arised
Not in Cinderella
Where I have to fit the slipper
Then the prince becomes my lover
And we'll live happily ever after
Not in the Little Mermaid
Where I seek the other world
For freedom is what my father forbade
Not in a bad boy romance
Where I strive to heal his wounds
And not in a fantasy universe
Where I go on a journey to save the world
You see,
These stories have a life of their own
And a plot that is easily foreseen
It's better that I put pieces together
Just like Frankenstein
My place isn't in one of those stories,
It's about time I write mine.
YOU ARE READING
Residuum
RomanceEventually, the future becomes the present, the present becomes the past, and the past becomes memories. These memories become hazy and dissipate over time. But back when these memories were the present, the emotions I felt formed words, and these...
