I always loved to dream,
Of dancing in the moonlight.
Twirling under the stars.
Dipping
               So
                     Low,
But held safe in his arms.

A dress of red,
Or maybe blue.
Dancing, dancing,
Step, one, two...

Twisting and whirling,
To no music at all,
Just my body and his,
"What could be more perfect than this?"

But,
Because I am unlovable,
The 'Little Orphan Girl,'
My dream will stay a dream.

And I'll stay stuck,
in my reality.