Imaginary butterflies that danced around my head in a halo,
Flowers and twigs and leaves
That stuck out of my hair
And little kisses from the sun
That people called freckles.

Hands that were powerful enough
To open doors that turned into portals.

Eyes that saw fairies and magical things.

Ears that heard talking trees.

I was a kid
Idealistic and dreamy as could be.

Then I grew up
And somehow the stars were dimmer.
Summer didn't smell like adventure
And winters snow was just ice
And no longer glitter.

Swings didn't make me fly
And slides weren't a dragons tail.
I was just a girl that believed in things that weren't ever real.
With a heart that beats still,
Wishing to believe that it'd all come true
But more than anything
I just wish that sometimes
I could age back.
Maybe only for a little while
Maybe forever.
Just wish I hadn't thrown my imagination down the hatch.