When I was young it was my dream to get married.
I drew a picture of myself walking down the aisle.
My groom is tall and handsome, smiling while I'm gliding.
Mom dabs her eyes and dad beams while holding my hand.
We dance all night, locked tight in each others arms.
I dream the night with no end, the moon shining bright.
We leave to fly to distant lands; my life begins anew.
But, those were only dreams from the mind of a child.
I grew up, as children do, when a man broke me.
Love ever lasting was something I gave up belief in
When my best friend kissed and lied to me again.
I think I may have found him, My true prince charming.
And now, my childish dreams may come true soon.
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