Swallows puffed up to morning greet
Oh! sing me my favourite song
Seeds dropping, weeds growing
Where the world bleeds awaiting to bear her child, she weeps and weeps
Secrets held and never told for thou she is fearful of judgement, not good enough to be a woman
YOU ARE READING
ᴅᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴏɴᴇ sᴇʟғ。
Poetry'A glance into my imagination' @lividbruisespoetry ❌Do not claim as your own❌
