In My Heart is a Waltzing Girl

In my heart is a girl who

Waltzes to the beat

Of the thrum, who

Surrounds herself with millions

Of fairly lights that

Twinkle with the stars, and

Each bear a story she

Cups her palms around and

Whispers her magic upon until

It sprouts wings and

Waltzes along with her;

She beams at her own successes, but

Even more at her friends’, and

Her whole heart, the size

Of my thumbnail adorned

With chipped nail polish,

Glimmers golden as

She hugs them and promises verses

Of hand-written poetry;

How I wish I was this girl,

Spinning breathlessly across a lake

Settled into the valleys of my heart, hair

Shining in the gentle light

Of the moon; How

I wish I was this graceful and

Grateful and beautiful, and

How I wish I could fall head-first

Into this page, this

Poem;

I think this girl in my heart,

Though, is

Actually in the heart my head

Wishes I have, but

Isn’t the girl waltzing,

Spinning, dancing

Through the millions of fairy lights

She’s surrounded herself by, which

Have multiplied with every one

Of her dreams,

Still

A part of me?