A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes

Sat, 08/26/2017 - 15:29 -- 1999laj

The air smells of springtime,

Of newness and of life.

The sky looks like the sea,

Scattered with sparkling lights.


The way he looks tonight

And how he looks at me

Causes my heart to soar

And makes me feel complete.


But here lies the problem:

This night is not reality.

He is there, I am here.

“We” is only in my dream.


I am a slave to the

Heathens who run my home.

I am their cindergirl,

A servant all alone.


Prince Charming is not mine,

But my wish will not cease.

And till I find true love,

I’ll persist with this dream.


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