Good girls hold their heads high by daylight, Their grace and their virtue soaring with kites, While bad girls slink along in their shame- Everyone stares at them, everyone blames. But those bad girls sleep soundly at night, Ne'er do their consciences wake them in a fright, While our good girls toss and they turn- They lay awake for those who will burn.
Anna GodbersenShe felt so much aware of her own beauty it seemed inconceivable that everybody else wouldn't notice the difference too.
Anna GodbersenShe was trying to sound tough and impatient, but she knew that vulnerable desire to be wooed was still brimming in her tone.
Anna Godbersen