Monday, June 10, 2013

The Maiden

It isn't fair
To be so beautiful
And still so lost

1 comment:

saintedtrousers said...

everything i want to say seems inadequate against the poem itself

How do I lose myself?

I am not easily misplaced Or forgotten, Arriving as I do Before even the curtains draw And that first morning jug boils, Bleary, yes Grudgin...