Daffodils now surround the castle walls Just as they surrounded my sandaled feet As I clutched my curly-haired doll On the day that we were fated to meet
You dream of the peaceful wing of the dove Holding your own hand as you go to sleep Instead of the hand of the one you love And you take that small step, too scared to leap
Watercolors splashed all over the floor Coloring our feet as we walk away Leaving colored footprints straight to the door Colored footprints following us every day
And we collect the memories we make Even though these “memories” are all fake.
FN Pixie · Tue May 04, 2010 @ 08:56pm · 0 Comments |