A tamed woman
Is a moniker I'd described myself
When I was forced
To enclose my wild behavior.
For better or worse.
Happenstance has fallen
And I proudly
Identify myself as.
An
Untamed
Barefooted
Moonstruck
Wench.
YOU ARE READING
LOST GIRLS
PoetryThose considering themselves lost girls of society. Godesses of creation among men. Or nymphs of nature. These poems were written for you.
