There she goes walking in the gleam of the sunlight, looking for a new lover, she once lost.
Her dark brown hair dances in the wind with every step she takes and the curls in her hair laugh hysterically in the wind
She has her own memories of her lost lover, sadly, no where to be found...
Her hands, as fragile as a rose, long for the hands that once used to be her lovers...
Her small tiny feet, leave footprints in the grass just so her lost lover will find his way back to her...
Finally, she came across a fresh dandelion in the morning mist ;therefore, she picked it up and granted a wish upon it to find the new lover she once lost...
Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 12:23 AM UTC
There she goes walking in the gleam of the sunlight, looking for a new lover, she once lost.
Her dark brown hair dances in the wind with every step she takes and the curls in her hair laugh hysterically in the wind
She has her own memories of her lost lover, sadly, no where to be found...
Her hands, as fragile as a rose, long for the hands that once used to be her lovers...
Her small tiny feet, leave footprints in the grass just so her lost lover will find his way back to her...
Finally, she came across a fresh dandelion in the morning mist ;therefore, she picked it up and granted a wish upon it to find the new lover she once lost...
