Jan 15
Sugar and spice,
And all things nice,
That's what little girls are made of.
That's what I'm meant to be.
Therefore I think, I'm not,
A little girl any longer.
Maybe I never was a little girl of nice things.
But instead, a steadfast blade.
A silent wisp, in the shade.
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Poetry For The Lost People
Poetry365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...
