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...