Call me old fashioned but Ive always enjoyed a good tale

Theres whits, 

bravery, 

a message,

but most of all, theres something about that sparkling castle

those glimmering tides

and how the majestic views of the sun,

always seem to colide and create a masterpiece.

 

My fairy tale is about none other than mary ann clarke

this girl is no princess trust me

she stalks tumblr at 2 am 

and eats chips right out of the bag,

and you could say that shes got birds to do her hair for her.

I mean why else would her frazzled locks

always resemble a nest?

 

but,

theres some kind of glimmer in her eye.

a sparkle

a smile

its almost as if ms.clarke knew something the rest of us didnt.

 

She was there when cinderella lost her shoe

and when sleeping beauty finally awoke;

she was even there when snow white was found dead in the forest.

 

Mary always knew that there was magic in these lands

these lands that she saw before her eyes.

and even though she could see all of the nooks and crannies

of every fictional castle ever perceived,

Mary knew the book would end

and all of that magic would be free.

 

Mary would once again be the common man;

who read a book in her humble abode,

 

And sipped hot choclate when her windows 

were stained with frost.

On most days you can find her, 

fairy dusted and all

entranced in the chapters of her fairy tale.

 

Her story always ends though 

as every good story should.

So she closes her book every night 

and the next morning is a hodgepodge

of waking up 

and tangled hair

and ruffled t shirts.

 

She'll climb into her beaten down 

yellow jeep,

and head over to work in a frantic.

her red skirt has coffee stains on it,

her blue shirt is crinkled into her belt line,

her car will be totalled from fred.

 

Some guy named fred,

has just crashed into mary,

because he was late aswell.

 

I know what youre thinking..

"hes gotta be a prince!"

nope.

Fred is far from it.

Fred drinks orange juice instead of coffee.

Fred always has perfect hair, because if fred doesnt have perfect hair,

then freds schedule is off.

Fred does not like it when his schedule is off.

Fred is a coward.

Fred hides in his cubicle so he doesnt have to see mary at his job.

Mary doesnt like fred.

 

When mary wakes up she hears two quit monitors.

And then she realizes that the poofy haired man in the cot next to her,

is Fred.

Mary sees nothing magical about this place.

Freds eyes start to twinkle

because he sees all of the wonders of the world.

because he can watch everything that was ever beautiful to him

in the comfort of his own cot.

He can see that mary is moving, he is happy that she is alive,

but then he sees her tears

and frustration.

so he goes back to watching his thoughts display before him.

 

Fred is content.

Mary is not.

This was their masterpiece.