I’m not sure when it all began
That pivotal moment of change
It’s pointless to try understand
A world so strange.
Fairy tales are not written for me
And failure comes at no surprise
I cannot defy the gravity
Of Love’s demise.
I look to others with a green-eyed envy
Wishing I too can be master of the Art
My dreams are rejected, instead I carry
A broken heart.
Alone and wary this warm October eve
I glance up but there’s no star to wish upon
My inside is crushing, still, I make-believe
that life goes on
Poetrygirl 
Fairy tales don’t make good poets. Ignorance is bliss, but knowledge is power. You have lost some bliss and gained some strength. I know it’s true Amy, you growing stronger every day. Also I have been informed that your friends are really awesome, so you have got that going for you :p.
Ah typing hands you have failed me. You’re growing, not you growing.
Thanks Chris :P My friends are indeed awesome. I should see them more often.