A little something I had written a few years ago…my mentality has improved quite a bit since then, probably. I dunno, but this may be triggering?? ~0~ She’d spent much of her life watching others; their happiness, anger, agony, joy. All of it. In her years, she had supported many; though she had failed to […]
There’s a girl who dances in the rain, She twirls and spins, And rattles through the pain, Toe to heel, And slide and shine, She feels her morose grow, In the end, It’s she, who falls, Over and Over again.