This is not a love poem
Nor is it a hate
But it isn't quiet sorrowful
And no, it's not about fate

Just a poem about a simple girl
And the decision she had made
To leave behind the real world
And in her fantasy world, She would stay

Her eyes were made of stars
Her voice, The galaxies
She could be light and frolicsome
In her world of beautiful things

So here she stayed in her make believe play
And here in her own world, is where she would stay.