Because in the country you do not live there are no ponies A black horse is a nightmare with hooves his mane is obsidian thistle & you must hold it though you never choose your destination His eyes are green & they see everything You can’t unhear his voice
WHY I DON’T TELL YOU MY DREAMS
WHY I DON’T TELL YOU MY DREAMS
WHY I DON’T TELL YOU MY DREAMS
Because in the country you do not live there are no ponies A black horse is a nightmare with hooves his mane is obsidian thistle & you must hold it though you never choose your destination His eyes are green & they see everything You can’t unhear his voice