The Girl

Reading in bed of fairy tales and princesses

I dreamed I too would be the girl,

who had endless dresses and fine silks

who had a prince to sweep her off her feet

the whole kingdom as her wonderland

the girl who eyes sparkeled 

the girl who always had perfect skin

the girl who had perfect pink lips

and this was my dream

Now that I am older

I see how silly of it was for me to think

that me,

a princess,

could only be in a dream.

A princess now I see

it wasnt the ball gowns or the castles that made the her flawless

it was because she only saw the good through her eyes

because the girl held light and knowlege in her mind

because she only spoke kind words off her lips

it was becuase she did those things

the girl became

a princess.

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