Twinkle

Staring at the night sky
through the now bare branches
of winter trees
If I move my head slightly
The stars appear to actually twinkle
Like they do in that song
I can pretend that there is wonder
and beauty
Somewhere
Though it may be fading from
my blissfully naive heart
Maybe people still wish on these little things
People still pray
Maybe prayers get answered
I wonder if the wishes come true
Why do we wish upon a star?
Prayers, I am told
are answered based on what we need
What is best for us
Wishes are made based solely on what we want
and desire
No
wishes
do not
come true
That little girl inside me is dying
Finally being forced to
wake up to 'real' life
But I just made a wish anyway
because I cannot change who I am
Blissfully naive