Little Things in Life

Wishes upon an illusion

A dress doesn't make one innocent.

Beneath it's hidden folds,

cascading fabric tinted red.

A heart doesn't make one weak,

held in it's precious hold,

stronger than the point of a knife.

A mind doesn't make one foolish.

One could make unimaginable things,

things dangerous and cruel.

I wish for a powerful heroine,

beautiful yet deadly,

strong with armor, weak without.

I wish for them to cry,

in the folds of the red dress,

I wish for them to fall,

and be caught in firm clutches,

I wish for them to wonder,

and come undone from silent drive insanity.

I wish for them to live in me,

and talk to me when I feel alone;

I wish for a home that felt like this.