I was too afraid.

Stood tight as a pencil,
Behind the evergreen tree.
Holding its needles,
She hides from the notebook
Screaming for her honesty.

The blue fairy calls to her,
Always holding the book,
Her sparkling feather,
Held gently by her palm.
Tell me your secrets,
Her siren sounds.


She knew better,
Than to ever ever look.
You can’t lie,
Once you pick up her book.
But she was a naughty doll,
She wanted to see the eyes of the blue fairy.
Her foot inched out.
Sparkling orbs hypnotized her.

Everything she ever felt was dancing like letters in front of her eyes.

Snap!

Her hands slap her porcelain thighs. ,
One look at the blue fairy with the book,
And she’s frozen again,
behind the tree…

I’ll never look back there again.