Memories

There was a girl
who wrote about herself.
Her dolls, she described,
and most of her guise.
Oh yes she was an actress,
she pretended to be a mother,
a superhero.
and a daughter another time.
And her nephew was the dog,
her sister, still her sister.
Their house was made of pillows,
As well as the motorcycle which got them to the skies.
The old clock on the wall,
it had a key,
and when they turned it,
they'd reach the past and future.

Oh she was happy.
She was everything.
She had everything.

And so she wrote of the time
she was happy.
When she was everything.
and she had everything.
- It made her happy again,
it made people like her too,
For they don't pity her,
they read about her
of the Past,
not Now;
for the Future.