Childhood Dreams

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That girl was right all along…

Felt like a crime to want the silk, the veil, the train,
Sketching bouquets in margins, dreaming Paris rain.
Teacher said, 'Be practical,' Mom said 'Don’t be bold,'
But I circled wedding gowns in magazines like prayers in the cold.
Ten years old with a heart too big, voice too soft to fight,
They called it fantasy—I called it my life.
Didn’t need a diamond, just someone who stayed,
And a hotel room with my name on the door when I played.

Now I trace those lines I drew, shaky pencil grace,
See the shape of all I prayed for staring back at my face.
And the world said 'Grow up, dream small,'
But I just grew into it all.

That girl was right all along—
She knew the love, she knew the song,
Knew the way the spotlight would feel on her bones.
That girl was right all along—
The dreams weren’t greedy, just forecasts dressed in lace.
She wasn’t too much—she was just ahead of the place.

I kept a list in my journal—'Paris in spring,' 'dinner at ten,'
'Someone who learns the way I take my tea, and comes back again.'
They laughed and said, 'You’ll never get all that — no one gets it that way.'
But I folded the page like a vow, tucked it deep in my suitcase.
Now I sip champagne on a balcony with my name in the lights,
And I swear, in the still of the night, I hear that child… she smiles.

She didn’t need a crown, just to be truly seen,
To have her soft wants met like sacred things.
Now the fairy tale’s real, but it’s not luck or fate—
It’s that I refused to stop believing her.

That girl was right all along—
She knew the love, she knew the song,
Knew the way the spotlight would feel on her bones.
That girl was right all along—
The dreams weren’t greedy, just forecasts dressed in lace.
She wasn’t too much—she was just ahead of the place.

I thought I was wrong for wanting pretty things,
Turns out I was just rehearsing what a woman deserves.
That notebook’s a prophecy, not a phase,
Every dream a quiet revolution in a lace-trimmed case.

That girl was right all along—
She knew the love, she knew the song,
Now I live the lyrics she wrote in the dark.
That girl was right all along—
No 'if' or 'maybe' — she mapped out my path.
She wasn’t spoiled—she was just full of heart.

That girl… was right…

Yeah… I believed her.