When you were little,
you used to dream.
You could be anything,
A princess with long flowing hair.
Aprince would come rescue yopu,
from some evil lair.
You could dream you were an elf,
with long pointy ears,
or a mage,
wiuth a staff.
You could dream you were magic,
with a flick of your hand,
people would do you're bidding.
Now your all grown up,
you have stopped dreaming.
People tell you, you can't do anything.
So you give up those dreams,
of long flowing hair,
a Prince on a white horse.
You can't have pointy ears,
or be a mage,
with a staff.
You wishes haven't come true,
so you give up.
You can't be magic,
Your only ordinary.
Author notes
this poem is abpout how as you get older, the world tends to beat the innocence, and the imaginary out. It's so hurtful when you can't even think about what it could have been like. Children in my opinon give up their dreams to easy which is why I endeavor to bring back all that this world get's rid of in my poetry. To live in such a land would be wonderful...
Please tell me what you think....
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I Really Really like this one
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