Silly girl

Well the little girl has grown,
And you say she has no grace,
And all through she has known-
What waste of a pretty face!

She says-
"I guess I can't be a lady,
I'll always be a child.
A puppy dog chasing rainbows,
Sketched in azure skies"

She's a grown up and yet,
she wishes deep inside-
that the magic would save her
like her childhood lullaby.

She fears for magic being killed in a glance,
brain over heart unlike romance
of a Victorian novel she last unfurled...
Well, who cares for it in a grown ups' world.

And 'this' world is kind to remind her that-
life's not like the novels she read.
And her sister says she's stuffed her head
full of silly love bees!