So sometimes I mourn the woman
That I never got to be
Because I tried to be the one
You all wanted to see
YOU ARE READING
Poems to Leave Streaks of Ink
PoetryAnd I'd rage at the monsters, But that's the task of fools, Who cannot bring themselves to know, Monsters are humans' tools... I write poems like this, just usually longer...feel free to give some of them a read:)
The Unknown Woman
So sometimes I mourn the woman
That I never got to be
Because I tried to be the one
You all wanted to see
