I miss the days where daddy sang me to sleep,
And all I needed was mommy's hugs to stop a weep.
When magic was as real as you and me,
And the kind of pure innocence I felt at the age of three.

Days would be spent with neighboring kids,
And staying up past eight was what my mom forbid.
The smell of sweets and cookies and a variety of treats consumed the air,
And how that boogyman lingered for one of us to scare.

I miss how I looked at the world,
How I saw the best in everyone as I whirled and twirled.
Princess and princes is what I cared about,
I believed in true love without a single doubt.

I wish I treasured these moments that now have passed,
Stayed in the moment instead of growing up to fast.

But I see love is not like it is in the movies,
It's replaced with lust and wandering eyes that cheat on the next ***... Excuse me, *****.
Mothers and fathers get divorced,
Children get scarred by their parents choice,
The justice system is a ****** up mess,  
Money and *** is the only joy adults transgress...

It's no world for the idealist romantics,
Or their silly antics,
It's a doomed reality for anyone like me,
And yet I can't stop believing in the deep red colors of a rose tree.