I Write, I Write, I Write

And yes,

you deserve one: you

who has stars in your eyes and

infinity running through your veins;

you, whose heart becomes so heavy

with the sunrise that you

will always pick up a pen and

How I wish I was a fairytale;

How I wish I wore gowns perfect

for twirling, and

how I wish I wore perfectly crisp

button-down shirts and

immaculately embroidered jerkins;

How I wish my eyeshadow really was

I just want to do something significant.  I 

want to write something that matters, something 

that makes a change for the good, but 

I also want to just be me: I want to dream