Beauty and the Beast

A poem from my short poetry book called Princess Poetry.

Beauty and the Beast

She’s the Belle of the ball

Thinks she can fix him

Nose in a book

Imagines herself a princess in a castle 

Ready for a curse and a battle 

But there is no curse, that’s just who he is

What she doesn’t realize is

That love might save a Beast on the pages of a book, mending all the gashes

But reality distorts when looked at through rose colored glasses 

She thinks she can fix him

That he’s not what he seems

But the flowers he gave her

Wilt in their vase 

His promises as empty as his glass 

And his embrace 

It’s a tale as old as time

But all tales must come to an end 

And so must theirs

Author's Note

Is there any part of it that you like? Encouragement welcome!