You were prepubescent

Staring at the moon oh so luminescent 

In your mind, you picture his face his eyes like perfect little crescents and iridescent 

And the plans you have made already so picturesque 

Something straight out of the most sugary sweet daydream 


If only you knew that your story with its straightforward plot too simplistic 

And hero’s /heroines so dreadfully human and unpredictable 

But I don’t think I would have stopped you then because your beliefs so naive were so firmly rooted and strong 

That they were almost to be admired 

Hope so unending 

And life like an oyster in your firm hands 

And sometimes I wish I were you 


Photo by Bethany Laird on Unsplash

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