Mad at Disney
By: Lorraine DV
Underneath the moonlight of a chilly December;
As everything began to get clearer,
The strained kiss on my lips lingered.
From far away, you failed to see me tremble.
Was it the remorse I felt for the words I could not assemble?
Or did I expect too much of the inevitable?
Disney liedβthis was far from what I remember.
A scene everyone longed for,
But I hoped mine would vanish as I entered the realm of slumber.
For what reason had I done the unimaginable?
Perhaps it was the feeling that has always been uncontrollable,
All because I was too feeble.
Maybe this could be a story where kids would cry once heard from the dear storyteller.
Because where was the happily ever afterβ
Between the two supposedly fated souls on that night in December?
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