Growing Up

I used to pretend I was the princess

In a land painted in pastel and washed out tones

Where food was made from dirt and water

And my clothes were bought with stones

My prince was always handsome

And looked just like my dad

Never knew how he did it but

He gave me everything he thought I should have

I am a little older now

Where pink and purple unicorns no longer exist

I am beginning to know the difference between real and not

And feel a little sad inside because those days are often missed

I want to know and explore

What I am asked not to reveal

All the things everyone tries to shield me from

Anything they try to conceal



I want to be mature but

Keep my innocence close by

I like where I am right now but

Would like to give growing up a try


                                                                                                                         this one is for you Lydia

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