1.
she was just a little girl
but a big dreamer
and her reality
was the world’s fantasy
and someday she wanted to
paint the sky
with the colour of joy
and the glitter of the stars
her hair was a perfect hue of mahogany
her eyes always glimmered with wilderness
she had dimples deeper than the ocean
and a mind that wandered places
but never lost its way back
every night
before her mother could kiss her goodnight
she would go on and on about dancing
under the moonlight
and how she wanted to run up the hills
and lie down on a patch of green
with an arm full of roses
and a basket filled with berries
and her mother would smile
and look into her eyes
and simply whisper
e v e r y t h i n g
will be just fine.
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Short Storymaybe you die young before you're old, nobody's gonna tell you how to live. [ completed ] # 64 - poetry # 143 - short story (c) papertissue, 2014. all rights reserved.