Childhood

I want to go back

to days long ago

of fun at the seashore

and joy in the snow

back when I wore dresses

to church Christmas Day

when I thought pink was pretty

and black just okay

back to the days

of butterfly wings

white horses and wizards

and fairytale things

of innocent laughter

and a sweet childish heart

when crayons and scribbles

were professional art

when unicorns resided

foremost in my dreams

dancing on rainbows

and silver moonbeams

when monsters hiding

in closet or bed

were the only worries

that troubled my head

back when I believed

that sometime in my life

I'd find the white knight

who would make me his wife

or a dragon would find me

and whisk me away

'til my lovely Prince Charming

-of course!- saved the day

when a princess was all

I ever wanted to be

when I truly thought anything

was possible for me

when no friend stayed angry

for more than a night

and the next day we both

had forgotten the fight

back when a friendship

was forever and a day

and it wouldn't even end

if your friend moved away

when secrets would never

involve a friend's life

taking too many pills

or the blade of a knife

when romance was only

an innocent crush

holding hands on a bus

a passed note and a blush

back when life was no trouble

and nothing went wrong

school not a bad thing

and we all got along

I can never go back

to naïve, childish ways

but I'll carry them with me

for all of my days