Anonymous
She sits in a rose garden
While she writes about love
Sweet scent in the air
An iced tea by her side
She lays on a quilted blanket
With a pen in her hand
Her long, blonde hair flows with the wind
Cheeks freckling whilst sun kissed
Legs bent up in the air
Then she wonders,
"Why am I here?"
While she writes about love
Sweet scent in the air
An iced tea by her side
She lays on a quilted blanket
With a pen in her hand
Her long, blonde hair flows with the wind
Cheeks freckling whilst sun kissed
Legs bent up in the air
Then she wonders,
"Why am I here?"