Just a girl who loves to write poetry. Poetry is the words my mouth can't speak.....
Grandmother, Softly spoken like the silk you used to create trimmings for humankind. The matriarch of my eternity, you embraced your blended grandchild like an eternal flame.
By Georgina Sapphire6 years ago in Poets
I tend to ask myself questions over and over again. What is my purpose? Who am I? Mother used to tell me little girls was made out sugar and spice.
