Because after the pages turn,
When the book is closed,
Come more tears and pain,
And happily is never known.
Because love once existed,
And cared he once did,
But the story never ends
With the joy that was promised.
Because not all snow is
Pure and bright,
Beautiful and unblemished,
Shimmering with light.
Because not all rain
Is followed by a rainbow,
And sometimes the storm
Floods wherever it goes.
Because happily ever after
Was ever just a lie
To get our children to believe
That love was worth the fight.
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