A little girl waited for her “true love”
Studied her reflection in the mirror
She hoped to be as lucky as Jasmine
Happy ever after was her future.
Like the caterpillar in the oak tree
She grew into a pretty butterfly
But her one true love she still searched for
she concluded Sir Walt Disney had lied.
Instead, she wandered the world like Alice
created realities of her own.
She painted with her words; coloured the wind
She flew far far away from her home.
Just like Elsa she dreamt of letting go
All her skeletons fallen and broken
She sailed along life’s crooked road, in summer
Young and free, she left no words unspoken.
Once upon a time there was a young girl
who dreamed of meeting her one true guy.
Now there is a woman weathered by life
and beneath an old oak tree, is where she lies.