A lost girl with powerful words.
Looks like the moon shining against all odds.
Again and again,
Over and over.
She never stops.
A princess lost of words.
Is the evening bird.
Getting lost again and again.
Over and over,
Finding homes wherever she can until death comes forward.
You could be the lost girl with powerful words
Or the princess lost of words.
No matter your body shape,
No matter your colour and height.
What matters is who you are, underneath.
What matters is the original you, you never faked.
What matters is how much your body bequeath.
What matters is how many no's you can stay with the natural you, unbaked.
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Lady Lines
Poetry#2nd in Simile #4th in feminity This is a collection of feminine related poems. I believe all women are strong, beautiful and equally goddesses. If you think otherwise, read these poems. Cover credit: @Meha-k She's the best, guys! Check out her pro...
