The little girl with the pigtails ate a humble dinner,
Then hopped on the stool before her beloved mirror,
Fanned herself with glee
And glided her lipstick as if on a shopping spree,
The ghost, meanwhile, peeked at her and had a slithering shiver.
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A Geek's Musings
PoetryJust about some poetry about an introvert trying to find her footing in life and despite her shy nature, she is still striving to write some poetry.. Also all the pictures are from pinterest!! Beautiful as they may be, they are not mine..
