I wish I hadn’t read that one book,
For it was only a single dream that it took.
It was a simple childish fantasy,
But the novice me assumed it for some adult reality.
I wish I hadn’t read those 50 pages,
For I was living in the make belief cages.
Made for me, it was a nurturing cocoon,
But sadly, this was my childhoods only boon.
I wish I hadn’t believed in something, which was so tragic,
For I always thought that it was the truth named ‘Magic’,
Read to me it was, every single night,
And just so, I would wait every morning for my mighty knight.
I wish I hadn’t read about that Liz,
With stepmothers and dwarfs, and that magical kiss,
That romantic comedy, with elements of tragedy,
Which had nothing similar in consideration to my reality.