And just for thought...
You call me a dreamer, making me laugh,
because I know despite your practical ways you are jealous of how I let it all go
and manage to still believe in the impossible.
I have been berated by common sense, nailed to the cross by logic,
and decided I'd rather day dream about something that may never come my way.
Snap out of, you say.
Love is for fools, you say.
I am not worried about what others may think when I fall in love on a whim.
In that love, I find a gem even if I have to throw a dozen stones out.
You tell me I will never go anywhere in life sitting on clouds
but maybe right here is perfectly fine with me.
You make me smile when I look at you,
so tense with worry, haunted by accomplishment,
always fighting the same demons in the end.
I put mine on a canoe and pushed them off a long time ago.
You call me aloof.
I should be more serious.
Nothing makes me laugh harder.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.