The Girl Behind The Book
My life is filled with
unknowns
My story is yet to be written
So stay awhile and take a
look.
Papers scattered on the floor
Heaps of tales to uncover
I wish I am that damsel
That is rescued from the fall
Like the sobbing little girl
In the tainted snowy white dress,
I am only a petty kid
That is also in distress
A memoir of their enthusing
lives
Filled with acts of
unforeseen twists
It might be utterly vexing
But I want a happy ending
Picturesque ladies among
others
Striking gentlemen along the way
It’s not reality
And so I must wake
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