Victorian girl

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Your dance…..

This is my dance…
From the day we sat over a table and you held your glass of wine
I sat as quiet and modest opposite
And you just smiled
You asked how we girls felt
It was barely a year back
And I remember it like yesterday
If everyone knew what I said and what you heard
Every time we met on a stop
If I were ever where you are I had been there
But I must fight my demon and see to my own dream
Again, I let something go past

Published by lachicalove

I am an unusual person, I believe, has gone through a lot in just 15 years, studies of Asperger VS Add lived a pretty wild life outside of Stockholm City, has grown in the suburbs and this is my story of how I was treated by people both as youth and adult, who I have been designed for.