To The Gorgeous Girl at The Bar
Gorgeous girl who is loud when she sings,
gorgeous girl who is rowdy when she drinks.
Brave girl who dances on tables,
brave girl who rips off her labels.
Sweet girl who helps the fallen,
sweet girl who my heart has stolen.
Tell me, I'm dying to know.
Who are you, my love?
YOU ARE READING
𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐉𝐨𝐚𝐧
Historical FictionDuring the late nineteenth century, Alexandra Harries writes poems to her lover, praying that no one other than her Joan reads them.
