I want to speak, I want the world to know.
But, I’m all tied up, the words won’t go.
I want to speak, I want to share.
My mind is a secret I want the world to hear.
I want to sing, I want to set my voice free.
But my life is a song, only heard by me.
I want to speak, I want the world to know.
But my fingers are tied, the words…
won’t….
go.
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The Inner Workings of a Happy Girl
PoetryJust some poetry, I suppose. By me...a happy girl.