3y. girl
little blue-eyed butterfly girl,
hold on tight to your reality.
the reality of a world that says it's okay
to make believe
to play pretend
to laugh and be yourself.
can i come too?
we could dance together,
while diamond drops of rain
fall warm upon our naked arms,
and we could sing
without caring whether anybody hears.
but i lost my way
to the door that reveals
your secret gardens
where you and your butterflies flit.
it's been covered over
with dust and ivy vines.
i hope you go back often
and think of me
when i was once
a butterfly girl like you.
a/n- it's about my sister... she's so naive and carefree, and i' kinda struck me the other afternoon. we've been growing apart lately. thanks for reading! xoxo-xan