Good girls make bad decisions
on the whim of a good heart,
Always second best,
Always second guessing themselves.
Feelings get lost, and broken,
and scarred up, and healed over,
Until my mind loses interest,
And my heart loses the will
to feel anything at all.
I lose myself in the timeless tale of a love that burns bright like sunlight,
Until it burns me.
Then the castle burns too,
and it crumbles like every fairytale that came before it.