Little Girl’s Dreams
Once there was a little girl
Who dreamt of her life to unfurl
She envisaged her life as a story
Within her head, how her world would be
She lay demurely and held a red rose
A symbol of her future beaus
Such innocence she couldn’t realise
How her hope would never materialise
A single red rose
From which a passion arose
A dream that never was to be
A nightmare that turned into reality
A child with visions, expectations
Greeting her future with sensations
Her life could have been so pure
But life shattered that, on a detour
How could she have possibly known
That when into a woman she was grown
All her ideals would be just a past
When eternal happiness could not last
A single red rose
A passion that froze
A dream that never came to be
A nightmare unleashed and free
The simplicity of a little girl’s dream
Never to be realised in the grand scheme
If she could turn back the hands of time
And live her life in her words and rhyme
And now that girl into a woman has grown
Finds a photographic treasure of her own
And now that rose that she held and cherished
Has long since died and perished
A single rose
Clutching a red rose
With a dream that a little girl held
Nightmares could not be dispelled
© Andrea Hale
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