The Tiny Girl In the Little White Dress
The tiny girl in the little white dress
Just can’t keep up though she’s doing her best
She tries to breathe but there’s no air to be found
She is knee deep in touch, sight, and sound
The tiny girl in the little white dress
Feels the blowing of wind like a loving caress
She falls into her imagination
She leaves behind all feeling of helpless desperation
The tiny girl in the little white dress
No longer feels any stress
She is now in a place where she can be free
And just like that the girl is happy
I like your rhymes. Is this about anyone in particular? Nice!
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