Little Girl (wrong title before)

This is what I felt like sharing today!!!

I’d like to paint a picture for you to see if you will;
imagine you being me as a tiny little girl.
Seeing life in all its wonders all its treasures to unfold
so many things to behold,
so many pretty shades of pink.
Can you close your eyes and see all the ways of being me;
growing up filled with endless hopes and dreams;
darkened by the witch that haunts the night.
Love is in the air as the wind fondles my hair
and the sun is playing ‘kissy’ on my face;
I grin a smile at life’s purities and they smile back at me;
while the witch eagerly awaits my sleep.
With your eyes still closed,
imagine me holding a rose
as I gentle rub its petal on my lips;
happiness waits even time down the line;
I can smell it getting closer everyday.
awaken to the reality of being stuck within the fallacy
that a scented rose symbolized my joy to come.
Now the picture that is painted has begun to lose its luster;
and the corners on the edges are shrinking in.
Tired of the image staring back with its despair;
wantingly, waitingly;
yet time is never standing it’s moving far past gone.
Leaving regrets that there was never a real moment with the rose.
My imagination saw a picture of a tiny little girl
and created for her a happy place.
while the wind fondled her hair as the witch awaited her slumber
and the sun played ‘kissy’ on her face.

(p.s. that's not a picture of me...just something I found suitable)