It was the dead of night when she caused such a fright.
Sweeping in and knocking things about.
No wonder she was never let out of the house.
I never had much patience. Yes, this is true.
But something about her made everything, and everyone, feel brand new.
I couldn't place what it was, at least not at first. I was determined to find it and expose her and show everyone the truth.
But, little by little, she stole my heart. This girl of the night.
Because of her, my light shined bright. Until one day, she said she didn't need us. She didn't need me.
She said that she no longer believed.
Slowly, I felt weak, like I had been overcome with a disease.
My light begin to fade and I knew I wouldn't make it to see another day.
They begged with her and pleaded but she did not care.
This little girl grew up and no longer believed in fairytales.
YOU ARE READING
Learning to Breathe
PoésieJust a book of poems and midnight thoughts turned unto words. The dark ramblings of my mind. Including a Neverland series! pictures aren't mine unless noted
