She sits by the window
Head in her hands
Lost in her music and wonderland
Where fairies fly free across the sky
And a beanstalk stretches a million feet high
In a world where true love is so easy to find
She likes to laugh and play all day
For when she's there she can't feel the tears and pain
One slipper safe
One slipper gone
Among these tales she can belong
To hope and dream
To sing and dance
To smile
But, she must forget
She is grown
The beautiful things she used to know
Dull and faded
Now comes a time to sit and write
But, when the lights are dim, and the air cool
When the sky is fringed with a starry trim
She sits by the window
Head in her hands
She's lost in her mystic wonderland
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Poems by ME
PoetryA bunch of Poems that I wrote. I hope you like them NOTE-goes through a lot of edits EXTRA NOTE-I probably have made a spelling/grammatical mistake so please don't be afraid to tell me
