Once upon time lived a girl in her cozy green sweater with her own yeast tea known as beer, she pondered along the road until she came upon this small brewery.
This little young lady often wondered what it would be like to **** herself. As if it was falling asleep in a bed of lavender flowers.
She shakes the thought off though, as many times as she laughs about it a day.
She has forgotten all the loves of yesterday, the joy it is to push forward. She wishes for a knight to come sweep her off of her feet on a white horse with golden roses. Yet when they come she cannot be bothered.
This girl sits at the brewery with her very own tea, watching some silly show on the TV. She romanticizes around and asks herself how can she move on with out a white knight?