PEGGY “Written By A Woman” Review: Dreamy Harmonies, Clear-Eyed Love and Coming Of Age

PEGGY’s “Written By A Woman” opens like a twinkle and then blooms, soft guitar glow and piano keys, close harmonies, and a vocal that feels warm to the touch.

It’s the 6th track on her new EP Coming Of Age, which is out now. It’s simple and tranquil by design, letting the melody do the lifting while the phrasing lands with a half-dreamy, and half-nostalgic pull.

On the ear, it’s feather-light but not fragile: hushed stacks, a gently pulsing groove, and roomy production that leaves air around the top line.

You get a swoon because the harmonies are used like soft spotlights, never crowding, just brightening the corners of each phrase.

The arrangement keeps its balance as it grows, so the track feels intimate even when the chorus opens wider. It’s a purposeful calm that matches the EP’s palette.

What the song is doing on the page is candid and a little sly. PEGGY sets the scene; hours of talking, a version of someone you built in your head, then punctures it with self-awareness: “It’s not who you are, and I can’t blame you for who you aren’t… You weren’t written by a woman.”

The refrain turns a TikTok-era phrase into a reckoning with expectation: not just his, but hers, shaped by over-reading, Austen daydreams and romance myths.

That’s exactly how she frames it in her own words: “like my song ‘LOVE’s older sister… about avoidant attachment and the way romance novels affected my standards.”

The older she gets, the line goes, the more she understands that people aren’t characters crafted to fit a trope.

Verse details keep the mirror honest; quoting Frost before a kiss, building each other up in the mind, two people “sick” of forcing a feeling that won’t arrive.

The hook is where the meaning clicks: she reads him wrong, takes accountability for the projection, and closes the chapter without turning anyone into a villain.

It’s melancholy and dreamy at once, but grounds you in the moment, because the writing owns the mistake and lets the grace sit in plain language.

This song works because the form serves the feeling. The production never shouts; the harmonies soothe; the melody carries a gentle ache.

PEGGY’s literary tilt isn’t just a Pinterest vibe, it’s a tool she uses to unlearn the neat arcs those novels promised.

That’s also why the track cuts across listeners who don’t know her catalogue yet: it’s tranquil, yes, but it’s also a small act of self-correction with a delectable chorus you can hum on the way home.

The bottom line, Written by a Woman is a quietly enchanting postcard about seeing people as they are, not as you drafted them; melancholy, dreamy, and disarmingly clear.