It isn't always so
Falsely pursued stories
Have reigned and lingered
Onto the fingertips of the unshaken
Days have passed
Where smiles have been intriguingly persuading
And therefore misleading
Many people see a rose
And do not think of the thorn
It has been brought about
That a hopeful faith remains in love
The one that is true,
And not deceiving.
Difficulties result in stories not meant to be told
And they kill the fairytales that are true fate
But here I hold
A glass heart
In hopes that one may take it
And not break it
-m.c.-