I don't see a problem in believing in fairy tales.
I know deep down inside everyone dreams for them to be real.
I won't consider trying to conceal what I find to be a part of me.
There's nothing wrong with being a romantic.
I'd rather believe that life is a beautiful mystery,
than a cluster of voids, full of hate, leaving us begging for our mercy.
I may be growing delirious at the wee hours of the night,
but the sun is shining on someones eyes somewhere right now.
I know we all want to be wanted, if not why must we bother with friendship,
and why are we out scouting for love.
There's a child's soul somewhere in all of us.
A glitter of hope, that still yearns for something more.
We all feel it when we cry,
whenever we realize that life isn't forever.
It's when we wonder, 'What have I been doing with my life?'
I have no problem with saying true love exists.
Because it does,
We just don't know how to deal with it.
Somewhere down the line, we loose ourselves.
We forget what we wanted, we forget when love existed.
Someday I'm hoping we all forget to forget,
then maybe we'll give ourselves a chance at love.