I question if my words
Inspire the voice within you
To challenge whichever
Is suffocating your spirit
Yet I continue my scribbling.
As I can't contain my words
For I've run out of bottles
To staunch the cavity
Pouring forth from the dam
That is my wagging tongue.
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.
