dirty gold
cherries bursting on virgin taste buds under a midnight sun
[POETRY/PROSE] red poppies, aching hearts, and sweet cream. my first collection of poems - DRAFT & STILL UPDATING
you are the sun and i am proxima centauri: a low-mass star, too faint to be seen, yet closest to you
𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐀 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 For bipolar fifteen-year-old Aaron, growing up in '90s Dublin, being gay is a choice. It is a choice between risking alienation from his conservative Catholic family and close-minded friends or drowning under the weight of his secrets. So discovering he is falling in love with hi...
contrary to a deluge, these are tender thoughts relished for their sweetness & conciseness 2020 © rosy