Poems from millie
No longer will my life
be subject to society's rules
of how a female should act, look, and do
because rusty jewels
have the same value
I...
The shine less mornings I do love indeed
On the road again to the place so sweet
Loads of bags packed with everything we need
So the...
Stepping on sand, sinking footprints
on the other hand, seashell hints.
Collecting seashells by the seashore,
having a good time, that's...
How dare they try
to cast me down
with their scathing remarks,
trying to push me around.
Kudos for the attempt,
for I am well armed
with...
My days are rough
and the hours slurr by
I dolefully walk alone
with no one by my side
The harmful effects
of my stoic friends
vex me to...