Whimsical flowers high and low,
Colors as far as the sunset glows,
Indosyncrasies for the eyes to misplace,
Like looking out at the world from inside a glass case,
Marble hearts replace stone cold frowns,
Song birds turn my frown upside down,
Closets of costumes stretch to infinity,
Candy and sweets all calling to me,
But this world isn't fake, you know,
It's within my mind where my creativity grows,
My paper is my wonderland,
And my pen is my imagination at hand.
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A/N: It's really short but here you go! A happier poem :)
