I don't want to look like her
Though you can take her off the shelf and play all day
For when years have swept her plastic youth away
And she is bare,
Her perfected beauty trashed
Leads to your despair
I will be the one to wipe your tears
To show you the way without fear
For I am the Plain Jane
Who's waited for this moment to appear
When I run my fingers through your hair
And kiss the forehead there
You'll know that I am right for you.
That this love is true.
So when you see that doll face shine,
With opened eyes of permanence
So pristine and adjusted to the flawless
With lips set to a smile
Just know that it will only last a while,
Eventually that molded look will crack
Exposing all and nothing is a matter of fact,
And truth be told you'll never want it back.
The moral of this semi tragic tale,
Is know the one who will keep you without fail.
The one that never lies or has to hide
Behind the fragile glass of made up looks and hair.
For the other will wither
Even with her constant care.
Instead of her turn to the one that's always by your side.
That stayed with you even when you shied away from what was real.
She knew that dream with all it's appeal
Would one day fade
And you'd eventually come back.
To find her open heart and hand,
and hold them both close forever.
For In this land,
The model does not win the prince.
And this is my fairytale!