wandering the words of paths
pathetically as she was
washing her hands; bloodridden
ridding her mind of her pasts
pastor said it shan't go on like such
succeeding but clean she was not
nothing that anyone foresaw
sown on she had her longingness
nestling deep in her heart's side
siding with them she encountered
councils of men that had yet to
toy with her truth that lay within
withering she exists there; wanton
wandering she now stay, lovingless
YOU ARE READING
p is pronounced like pay in dutch
Poetrypoems, just poems wanted a cute little place to save all of my poetry. sometimes my notes app gets a little too silly and then it deletes all my notes.. no way... if ur reading this, enjoy lol <3 ‼️I don't usually title any of my work so nearly ever...
