Her Tales

The Silly Girl

There was a girl,
Who was quiet and peaceful
But she slowly bloomed around those who knew how to cherish her blossoms.

Her stories were random and some could be absurd,
Her eyes dreamy as if she was in a dream she never want to wake.

This quiet girl,
Who talks and talks
And her people listen.
Because they love her charms and quirks.

She might be handful sometimes.
But her absence was truly missed.

She may be a silly girl.
And her stories might be silly too.
But they love this silly girl.
And her silly stories.