I recall the tales spun, woven with care,

But one story stands, unique in the air.

Of dragons slain, adrenaline's surge,

A damsel in distress, waiting to emerge.

But how can it be, this tale so grand?

A lie to impress, to meet demands?

Lies are no game, they cut like a knife,

Behind your mask, I see through the strife.

Your poker face falters, under my glare,

Your handsome smirk, I refuse to share.

You may dwell in paradise, but not in mine,

You're not my Prince Charming, in this design.

I'll never be the damsel, waiting to be saved,

In my glass slippers, my path I've paved.

Don't call me your princess, I stand alone,

As queen of my cards, on my throne.

I'd rather kiss a frog, than your deceit,

For lies and deception, we'll never meet.

Grow a nose, like Pinocchio's fate,

For the truth will out, it's never too late.

You're not my Prince Charming, that's plain to see,

This paradise you offer, it's not for me.

I despise the liar you've shown to be,

So take your false tales, and set yourself free.

~JesskyaBradbury