The little girl in me
believed that angles look over her
to take care of her
and protect her heart
the little girl in me
believed in love
and fairtales
and happily ever afters
the little girl i knew
had dreams of looking at a sky full of stars at night
waiting to see a shooting star fall
patiently to wish
but as time passed on
the little girl grew up
and found the thorns in life
that lay ahead of her
she realized that perfect stories
simply don't exist ,
unless someone wants something
a chess game too hard for her to understand
after years now
here she stand here
with her head in her hands
trying to figure out
how she lost herself
in this maze of life
"perfection."
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Late night poems ✔️
Poetry❝ happiness can be faked , don't be fooled by their smiles their eyes tell the darkest tales ❞ ~ Book 1 of poems
