This desperate child
With hair of brown,
Short and stout
Disinclined to frown,
Will find within
With hair of brown,
Short and stout
Disinclined to frown,
Will find within
Herself a dream
One that others
One that others
May have seen
She'll find a prince
And dance in the snow
And write away her days,
But she'll never grow.
She'll find a prince
And dance in the snow
And write away her days,
But she'll never grow.
3 comments:
lol I love this!
That is such a sweet poem. (a prince ... dancing in the snow ... FANTABULISTIC!) The way you wrote this kind of reminds me of the beginning of the Bride Wars movie when it starts off with a narration. But, somehow, it's still your writing.
I think this is one of my favorites that you wrote! :)
I like this. :)
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