Nights filled with dark crayon stretch mark skies,
Pieces of it fell into my eyes.
Too sleepy to even sleep
Counting my toes instead of sheep,
Those weird tiny nails through my socks did creep.
I night dream awake of those day dreams asleep
and out the halls.
Its always at night I am who I have always been
Carefully wrapped up in my stuffed
Koalas and pajamas
I am the finger licking little girl
sneaking the last bite of sweet and delicate macarons.
Till day comes, the play goes.
And as the moon is to wax and wane,
I am stripped of my lunar self
And reality is my bane.