The Girl
Reading in bed of fairy tales and princesses
I dreamed I too would be the girl,
who had endless dresses and fine silks
who had a prince to sweep her off her feet
the whole kingdom as her wonderland
the girl who eyes sparkeled
the girl who always had perfect skin
the girl who had perfect pink lips
and this was my dream
Now that I am older
I see how silly of it was for me to think
that me,
a princess,
could only be in a dream.
A princess now I see
it wasnt the ball gowns or the castles that made the her flawless
it was because she only saw the good through her eyes
because the girl held light and knowlege in her mind
because she only spoke kind words off her lips
it was becuase she did those things
the girl became
a princess.