• when we're about 7,
    our magical dreams faded,
    no longer did i want to be a princeses,
    but someone you could care for.

    when we're about 9,
    we find it silly to see younger kids in pretty dresses,
    i didnt want to be a fairy anymore,
    just your little angel.

    only now do i realize,
    the magic never left,
    it wasnt the stories that make magic,
    it was the shine on your face in the summer,
    and the sparkle in your smile when i said i loved you. heart