Shes the girl
Sitting in the back of the book store
reading old stories
everybody else ignores
If you take
the time to ask her name
She wont answer you right away
for she trades with the characters on every page
and cant always remember which she claims
On the outside
Shes looks shy and recluse
and you notice she never notices you
Thinking something must be wrong with her
But my dear, if only you knew
In her mind
Shes dreaming, dancing, and laughing
So lost in all her sweet adventures
In her own little world
where everything is beautiful
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 9:42 AM UTC
Shes the girl
Sitting in the back of the book store
reading old stories
everybody else ignores
If you take
the time to ask her name
She wont answer you right away
for she trades with the characters on every page
and cant always remember which she claims
On the outside
Shes looks shy and recluse
and you notice she never notices you
Thinking something must be wrong with her
But my dear, if only you knew
In her mind
Shes dreaming, dancing, and laughing
So lost in all her sweet adventures
In her own little world
where everything is beautiful
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