tiny zenith
River
She’s just a little girl
Why does she have to cry
Why does she have to see
Why does she have to know
That she’ll never be free
That she is stuck
In her life
In her house
In her mind
And the only way to escape is to write
And to think
And to cry
She creates rivers of words, and thoughts, and tears
Hoping one river leads to the sea
Where she could finally be free
Where she doesn’t have to lie
Where the birds above and fish below
Fly and swim by her side
Ahh im spooked lmk your guyses thoughts and stuff:))
green iron