The words slipped off of my lips as if created without my knowledge
He played with them as if they were pictures in a picture book
Every word tangible by his gullible small hands
I enjoyed them as much as he, allowing myself to get lost in his saucer sized eyes of belief
I couldn't stop my words becoming a story falling from my mouth
cascading from my lips
I am mermaid but only by night
To not believe me would be impolite.

- a_frozenrose