Dec 2014
She sits at the window gazing at what could be.
She plays and twists with her hair, nervous as to what the future sees
Waiting for her husband to be.
You know.
That girl was also me.
She plays and twists with her hair, nervous as to what the future sees
Waiting for her husband to be.
You know.
That girl was also me.
Not for anyone in particular. I'm also not married.
