Lyndsey Grant

Biography of Lyndsey Grant

There was a wee lass named Lyndsey Lou
And from the green field oh how she grew
Until one day her Ma
Took her away
To sail the ocean blue
They came upon an Isle of fortune
And set up home amongst the commotion
To toil and trudge
Each turn a grudge
But oh how she loved the absorption
So here she is today all grown
Against the Manhattan skyline she calls home
Silently screaming all alone
She tells her secrets in whispers called poems Updates


I felt like I was losing you
And so in a last effort attempt
I dug my claws into your back
And injected you into me
I couldn’t bare the thought of not having you
So much
That I willingly gave up my identity
To identify with you

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