They've locked themselves in the garden,
Where they twist and turn and torment,
Drifting further from me.
Oh, how I wish I could dance with a daisy,
But they prefer the weeds.
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 6:51 PM UTC
They've locked themselves in the garden,
Where they twist and turn and torment,
Drifting further from me.
Oh, how I wish I could dance with a daisy,
But they prefer the weeds.