FAIRYTALE STATE OF MIND

She writes poems and  keeps a diary
With her is a list of qualities of her Prince Charming
Does he exist?
So to her it seems...
What if all the guys she curves are the disguise?

Staring at the sky, every other night
Hoping she'd make a wish on a shooting star
Even the silent prayer that she mumbles
All the words in it show the determination she holds
Does God hear her sob?
Everytime she squeezes her fluffy pillow?

All the guys around her look like strangers
Conversations with new people give her jitters
Loner she is due to her incessant dream-life
All she wants is her charming prince to please her
Locked up all day, listening to love songs and poems

The normal world is closed to her
Monologues are the only thing she understands
She enjoys her fantasies more than she would any company
Still she thinks there is a person
One who will be a perfect fit for her

Christmas in and out the wish has been the same
Santa please, get me a Knight in shining armor
Wishing on someone she's never laid an eye on
What if all these came true?
What will all the other 'ordinary guys' do?

The ones who are generalized in all the miserable bits
"All men are the same" that's them on her retorting
Are all the men really the same?
Gentlemen and all shades of chivalry are swept away
That's all she says

Guys no longer bother to engage her in a conversation
Coz if they do that
They are opening a way into fresh condemnation
Some say they suspect her sexual orientation
That doesn't bother her a whiff
As long as she still sunbathes in her royal dreams