SageRose

Words used to flow easily out of my fingertips,

my pencil effortlessly connected constellations,

as a stream of simple thoughts transferred perfectly onto a page,

but now my mind is mush,

The spark started small

In a 17 year old student,

who made friends with the artist. 

She let it grow in her heart,

and then passed it on

by showing kindness to the outsider

A girl stood alone 

on the edge of the world, 

scared to fall, 

but somehow she could not leave 

Her heart pounding, 

Her chest screaming, 

I miss when everything used to be simple

when everyone got a cookie

and we didn't have to worry 

about if there was one less

But I did,

because what if another guest came to the tea party?

The God

who created the stars 

and the sun 

and the mountains 

and the planes

gazed over it all,

then added me

Cause He looked at a field of ornate roses and lilies,

Is it wrong 

to want to be a princess?

Is it naive or childish?

Because I want to be in a world where at 16 

I find my prince charming, 

where every year onwards is happily ever after