Fairy Tales

The jokes we make have these underlying meanings
and our laughs are only there to cover up our sensitivity.
no matter how long we deny it,
it still amounts to no more than denial.
We gaze in this crystal ball wanting to know the answers,
and always manage to make up our own prophecies.
a fairy tale ending so near to reach,
but a hand, strong,
just shoves it into the distance pushing away all things that could be pleasant.
is that what's wrong?
we look past what the crystal ball really has to offer
and see only the pleasing images we have secure in our minds
or are these images truly what we are being shown.
these plans for the future are always accompied with giggles,
yet knowing there could really be some truth,
some fact in these sarcasmic discussions we so frequently engage in.
I know if my castle were to ever burn
you would instantly be there to whisk me away to a safer venue,
I know if my shoe I was ever to lose
you would search every townswomen to find me,
I know if ever there was an uncomforting object below my pillow
you would strip each matress until I was pleased...
but is that really where the battle lies?
Am I ever pleased?
Am I unpleasable?
Will there ever be any triumph so extravagant that i will be knocked off of my pedistool
and into the arms of a prince?
Or by that time will my prince be gone?
I can pretend to convince myself that no evil stepsister will ever snatch you up,
but even I know when I'm lying to my own self.
So when we map out the future,
and its always you and I,
is it just a generic map for you to follow
and I am just your paperdoll
or do we both find some significance our nonsense?

11/17/06

The beginnings to a wonderful romance.