She was bored
With so many of the people in her life,
She knew them to the point where
She didn’t want to know them at all.
She had a taste of adventure
Lingering on her lips and wanted more.
But she didn’t now where
To find it.
She spent her time staring
Up at the stars and
Wishing that she might ne whisked away up
Into their indigo home.
She was an Angle
In a white summer’s dress
And she was ready to Fly.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 3:16 PM UTC
She was bored
With so many of the people in her life,
She knew them to the point where
She didn’t want to know them at all.
She had a taste of adventure
Lingering on her lips and wanted more.
But she didn’t now where
To find it.
She spent her time staring
Up at the stars and
Wishing that she might ne whisked away up
Into their indigo home.
She was an Angle
In a white summer’s dress
And she was ready to Fly.
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