• Lonely Girl,  poetry,  writing


    In my loneliest days

    I used to dream of clouds

    I would walk through them

    As they billowed and grazed the ground

    Night after night

    They would come back for me to see

    As they swept the sadness of

    The streets that lay before me

    Leaving only glimpses

    Here and there

    Of the few shining faces

    That still lived there.