Your soul seems
As if it were displaced my dear
For I've noticed
You flitting from here to there.
Trying to escape the mundane
By seeking adventures
If only I could join you
As I'm just as restless
If not more so.
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.
