I see through the eyes of a child
rose-colored, naive, whatever it is called

I dream the dreams of a child
in love with a fairytale

a hopeless fairytale
full of kingdoms with princes
where love conquers all
and the word hate
was never heard of
is never to exist

Why should life be otherwise?


Stupidity, idealism, whatever it is called..



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