Status: I will never know.
Diary of a Dead Girl.
“Dancing is like dreaming with you feet”
When the music starts
She crates fairies and angels
Every movement becomes
A word of fantasy
She has eyes of a dreamer
And a heart full of love
Life she breathes into the dead
Hope she gives to the lost
You seem to know nothing about her
But with every step the more you know
She is happy when she dances
Because with every movement
Comes a taste of being free
She crates fairies and angels
Every movement becomes
A word of fantasy
She has eyes of a dreamer
And a heart full of love
Life she breathes into the dead
Hope she gives to the lost
You seem to know nothing about her
But with every step the more you know
She is happy when she dances
Because with every movement
Comes a taste of being free
♠ ♠ ♠
This poem in dictated to Debra because she gave me the idea and the quote.