The little girl I never got to meet is forever lost,
lost somewhere in my sacred vineyard;
I'm afraid she'll never find herself
within all of the mess
maybe tangled up in all of the vines,
but I'll keep longing for her to come to me
for the rest of my bodily time,
even now when it's too late
but I still have faith in her
even though I know the little girl who used to be me
is never coming out of my lost vineyard.
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The Muse Of Nature & Incomprehensible Torture (poetry & prose)
PoetryThis collection of poetry and prose is all about my life, from the very beginning to very recently. It's a tale of my childhood, relationships of all kinds, all sorts of breakups, trauma, the ups and downs of being a teenage human, and the waves of...
