I hope one day a heavy book with my name on it rests on your coffee table next to all the framed memories I was never even close to being… Read on
Poetry / all
My mother is a baker, a young, bubbly baker, Her and her twin sister skip down the paved roads. all the way to the grocery store only a couple quarters… Read on
She fades in and out of existence. Her violet hair pierces through the warmth of spring. She only appears when the frost of winter has seeped into the soil and… Read on
As summertime sadness begun and inundated me, It caused me look at the time I had with you As the evergreen tree blew in the wind and filled the empty… Read on
Je me suis toujours demandé, À quoi ressemblerait la vie après ma mort. Tout n’est pas mauvais. C’est une sensation de noyade, Mais plutôt que le manque d’oxygène, Il y… Read on
not gon lie imma lover y’all i always have been a lover always will be i have loved love since i was a small child it’s an infatuation that will… Read on
