There's a girl name, Augusta,
Like the month where the branches are stripped from their leaves but turn an evergreen somewhere else,
There's a girl named, Augusta,
Who wears her heart on her long sleeves and weeps the tears no one should weep,
There's a girl named, Augusta
Who breathes blossoms but her hair is frosted in ice,
There's a girl named Augusta,
She shows the joy of the turquoise seas but feels the wind of the grey sky.
There's a girl named Augusta
And I wish for her to find someone who will thaw the winter that grows in her heart.
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 9:32 AM UTC
There's a girl name, Augusta,
Like the month where the branches are stripped from their leaves but turn an evergreen somewhere else,
There's a girl named, Augusta,
Who wears her heart on her long sleeves and weeps the tears no one should weep,
There's a girl named, Augusta
Who breathes blossoms but her hair is frosted in ice,
There's a girl named Augusta,
She shows the joy of the turquoise seas but feels the wind of the grey sky.
There's a girl named Augusta
And I wish for her to find someone who will thaw the winter that grows in her heart.
Yeah, this is a ****** poem I wrote for my friend who went through a very traumatic experience :/
