I wish I was a delicate flower, richly so. I'd walk on my toes and wear princess dresses, with bows on my shoes and flowers in my hair. It would be princess day every day in my land of princess town. Pretty like morning glories. Delicate like blue bells. My hair would be blond, my skin like a kings china. My nails red and my lips perfectly pink… I'd be sweet and my heart would be pure. I'd live locked away somewhere, behind a brick wall, in a garden of butter cupped lilies and sweet puppies. In princess town everyone would be nice, and I'd have a friend for every day of the year. We'd have parties and dance till we collapsed. There would be pillow fights and soft beds, big cushions on unsinkable couches.
You and me? We could swim and laugh, blow bubbles and stomp in addled rain puddles. We could play and laugh, Make up silly songs about how beautiful it all is. We'd be in love with the world.
I'd be happy, and you could learn to smile again.
I wish today was different. I wish I was a pretty pretty princess, someone nice. Someone that you might like to know. A person of light with a smile that could fill a room. I'd be fantastically noticed. My socks would match; I'd smell like lilacs and be glorifying happy. We'd make friends, I'd be a princess, a person not like the real me. A Someone who is damaged at best. I eat to much, I drink to much, lack of sleep and chipped nail polish. I'm creepy and my hair is dirty. I am moody, spazy and overtly temperamental. Spoiled and a much defined under achiever. Not a princess, not pure. No gold heart, There are no puppies in my world.. Just a couple of richly adored cats. But still… wouldn't it be nice? Just to be princessy for a day. A day where no one looked at you funny, your pits didn't smell and your lipstick has smudge off yet? To be a delicate flower, a pink dress, with bows and ribbons galore?
Close your eyes and repeat after me..
I wish I was a princess
I wish I was a princess
I wish I was a princess
It didn't work, I am still a husk. An old husk with corny toes, an old One with bee's knees. So I sit here, stuff my face with a cup of coffee and a chocolate croissant, feeling depraved and oh so sorry for myself. Just wishing that once? Just once. I could be noticed, like you.
