There she was, sitting by the window
Listening to the fairy tales her mother told her.
She would watch the birds and become one of them.
There she was, listening to Harry Potter and pictured herself as Ginny falling for Harry at the age of 12.
There she was, watching Disney princess movies
She thought of herself as the princess.
Her dad made her the princess in real life.
There she was, being Hermoine in her 12th. She became one for real.
There she was, being Mitchie from Camp Rock in her graduation. She became one. “This is me” became her favorite song.
There she was, falling for a guy and getting her heart broken. She turned to Geet from Jab We Met.
She is her own favorite person. A broken heart makes her smile even more.
There she was, growing up, becoming a woman,
She became a warrior princess instead. She fought her battles. Won some. Lost some. She remained the princess nonetheless.
She again fell in love and created a fairy tale.
She pictured her favorite love story with the guy she loved.
She sees the reality. Knows fairy tales don’t really exist. Yet she lives in one.
Her life has always been a fairy tale even when it was not.
She is a fairy tale.
She is her own fairy. She has a world of her own.
Who says fairy tales aren’t real? They are.
All she did was to dream one.