A unicorn

The things is those stories you read growing up, are not true.
The world is not a fun walk through a pasture.
But a place that will beat you to your knees if you let it.
The world is not a place you read in a story and say I wish I could go there,
But a place that dreams are made or shattered.
The love you read in stories exist.Rarely but exist.
Its the thing you want the most, the thing you dream about, thing you crave.
Its the thing you would give it all up for.
The thing that comes around once.
A unicorn.