a little longer

Sing me songs of daylight
Of fairies and far away lands,
Tell me about the monsters with long hands
And a castle completely maned,
Tell me about the memories of midnight.

Sleeping till the sun does,
Eating as you please,
Loose clothes for corsets and gowns.
We didn’t know we had it all,
But nobody warns you before the fall.

Let me hear the voices of those who I loved,
Let me even, hear our cries,
Let me feel our anger amidst those days of heartbreak
Let me taste our tears,
Let me feel our fears.

Allow me to see all the diamonds that shine
And wonder if they were all mine.
Allow me to run on the road,
And allow me to fly,
Let me jump in the air
And find you a reason why.

Allow me to sing my heart out
Allow me to express my imagination and I shall paint on the walls
Ask me to dance and I shall do so without a thought
But even
Let me tell you about the agony of being a child, the sheer distraught.

Let my brain be occupied by the mystery of santa climbing down,
Of fights between peter pan and captain hook,
Let my biggest conundrum be why the tooth fairy didn’t come around.
Let me read about the seven dwarves,
About a singing mermaid
About a frog for a man and believe every word,
Let me wait for prince charming
For he shall come with every crowd and every herd.

Let me falter without hesitation
Allow me to go wrong
Let me wear the wrong pair of socks
And show up to the ground.
Let me create a fuss over what I desire
And let me break everything new
Let me write my own destiny on the winter drops of dew.

I wish to scream and I wish to cry
I wish to be scared
But not to be discarded as a child.

Let me walk past girls in school and not wonder why I couldn’t be that beautiful,
Let me walk past groups of people and not seek validation
Let me look in the mirror and not critique myself as a vegetable being inspected
Let me walk past mansions and not wish to live within
Let me be content with a chair that can spin.

I wish to take my shoes off and dance in the rain
And I wish to keep my hair down and garnish them with flowers,
I wish to bury my head in the sand,
And I wish I could get piggyback rides at my command.

Let me bath in the sun
Let me bath in the moon
Let me create my own symphony
Let me create my own tune.

You should have let me know the last day of;
Playing in the garden,
Reading that book,
Meeting that person,
Eating that chocolate,
Watching that show,
Because let me tell you,
The summer in June it all ended- came but too soon.

Let me sit on a swing with my father,
And daydream all this life could be a little longer,
Let my mother embrace me those sleepy mornings and restless nights
Let me breathe in her rose of a fragrance
Let her sing to me, caress my skin
Let her tell me that all is fine within
Let me feel the warmth of her shoulder
Let me close my eyes in her grasp
And leave my worries to her
A little longer.
Just a little bit longer.