I am a dreamer,
Head in the clouds, heart on the sleeve.
For this, people call me naive.
It is not often I lend my hand to a man,
Learned through earnest heartaches,
That I must refrain when I can.
That was until one night, in the early summer,
The stars whispered to me,
“…Who could refrain,
That had a heart to love, and in that heart
Courage to make love known?”
Making my heart beat faster than a drummer.
Performer of the arts, an embodiment of charm,
There he was, the man of mystique.
My heart ignoring the warnings of harm.
My head in the clouds, floating in imagination,
A man so creative and full of wit,
You have my attention, total fascination.
The string in my hand connected to the balloon,
Is a way to take non-believer beyond the stars,
The excitement of love,
also known as a trip to the moon.
Listen to applause, isn’t it so loud?
Give them a wave, blow them a kiss!
Revel in your glory while you smile at your crowd,
Sweet ignorance, I wish for such bliss.
Oh, but how words can be as sneaky as a witch!
You collected my praise like a penny on the street,
It is times like these that keeps your ego rich.
Just another burden for you to greet.
The crass denial had been as sharp as a pin,
The pop of the plastic had been louder than sin.
I fall to the ground with the balloon that flowed.
Yet, not even a look back as you hit the road.
Pay me no attention as I collect my pride,
For I am a silly child, the wild dreamer,
Dear stars, why must have you lied?
Filled me with hope,
that I would kiss the forbidden schemer.
Alas, the curtain must close on this great melancholy.
Yet, as I watch as you take your final bow,
The realization hits that I merit such folly,
For another chance at my heart,
I would still allow…
— Miss Mephistopheles
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