Stories and Lies
The frog opened his eyes,
And he was still a frog. No prince
In this land, only green water in
Who wrote such story? The frog
Wondered, who wrote such lies?
A kiss didn’t change anything,
A frog is still a frog.
Standing close by, still with her eyes
Closed, a young girl summed up
The courage to open them and see light.
Her lips still moist.
Seeing the frog on the floor,
Just as he looked before their kiss,
She cried a soft cry, maybe the frog
Needed more time.
So, they both stood there,
Waiting for magic and illusion.
Wondering which stories are real,
And who would write such lies.