RIP Disney

These thoughts have been muddling my brain for some time now. I have finally got round to sorting them out and writing them down. Now I will definitely stop crying when I watch "Don't tell the Bride" and "Aladdin". Honest...

I am from the fairytale generation,

A million girls who think that they will,

Meet their Prince Charming and he’ll climb off his horse,
Get down on one knee and their life will begin,

I’m seven years old and planning my wedding,

With a man in a suit with no face beside me
He looks like a cross between Eric and John Smith,
With hints of Aladdin without the monkey
 
I’m sixteen with my very first Mr Charming,
He’s ever so lovely and perfect to me,
But doesn’t meet all of the qualities promised
To me by Ariel, Aurora and Beauty

He doesn’t bring flowers to me every morning,

Or summon the birds and the deer to my feet,
He doesn’t quite understand me as a woman,
Or realise that I’m not his property.

I’m 20 and I’ve met a second Prince Charming,

I’m a little less Cinders, a little more Belle,
I’m not quite as helpless, I’m trying to be fiercer,
I must have my guard up I’m sure he can tell.
 
He didn’t quite fall for me, not like I’d wanted,
The butterflies abandoned us one by one,
I wasn’t his first thought, not even his second,
I didn’t even get to try the slipper on
 
This has made living my life quite tricky,
I’ve high expectations that no-one can meet,
I’m constantly wanting the movie-scene endings
A tale for the pub that no friend could beat

I’m 26 now and just realizing

That Mr P Charming appears everywhere
The man on the tube who smiles in the morning
Or the friend who asks how I’m feeling and cares,

The kiss from my man when I’m cross in the morning
Him buying me chocolate because well why not
The talks that we have bout sharing our future
I never before realized what I’ve got
 
I waited and waited for my Mr Perfect
But I struggled to make out the wood for the trees
He’s sitting right by me, watching Lost with a pizza
So RIP Disney, I’m finally free.

Love Hannan xx