Winter was often time
when she went dancing in her mind.
She hid there to be free,
but what she couldn't see
was that she trapped herself inside
The Inner Workings of a Happy...
By griffinoen
Just some poetry, I suppose. By me...a happy girl. More
Just some poetry, I suppose. By me...a happy girl. More
Winter was often time
when she went dancing in her mind.
She hid there to be free,
but what she couldn't see
was that she trapped herself inside