She wakes up from her small bed
To go into her small town
She sees the small people
That always seems to make her smile
Not a big smile;
Small.
But she has a small secret.
She wakes up from her fake bed
To go into her fake town
She sees the fake people
That always seems to make her smile
Not a big smile;
Fake.
YOU ARE READING
dear happy
Poetry- I missed you dearly, thought i was nearly there, forever. at last, together. - an ensemble of short poems by me. to cure your happy.
