Where is that
Once so innocent
Little girl.
Little girl.
I miss you
And I forgot to sing you a lullaby
So maybe maybe
You can
Go wake up
And maybe
Maybe you'll be back with me
YOU ARE READING
I'm Starting To Think...
Poetry...that everything can come together. It can tell us what we are. It can tell us what the meaning of everything is... If you just smile, You'll see the whole world. Now just smile. {Warning: Old. Bad. Old+Bad= Very bad.}
