champagne walls with silvery purple trim
and the wooden floor glowed at midday sun
with pillows piled high, and the lights soft, dim.
the last time I remember feeling young
On the bed three little doggies lay fast,
fast asleep on the quilt like silk lilac
knowing the possibilities were vast
I could dream it all up never looking back
I dove into books and character flaws
I gathered up songs and artists to love
and I wrote and I wrote, just because
the world out there can be what you dream of
That room I called home for a short little while
heard all the laughs from jokes long forgotten
saw all the faces, the changing faces
some were so sweet, and others so rotten.
I'm not the same girl I was back then,
but then again... yes I am. Yes I am.