these days of youth grow shorter, while my lips are bleeding for relief. [3/3: "A COLLECTION OF: ODES TO YOUTH"]

best served cold

Through the language of flowers here are poems of love and loss, friendship and trust, innocence and hurt. we all have gardens within us that tell more stories than our mouths can, where each person is a flower forever blooming. -h/l (🌷) T h a n k Y o u f o r r e a d i n g !

lighter than the sun © 2017

why was it over so fast?

HONEY GAZES AND CHERRY RED LIPS © 2017

soaking in solar rays © 2017

The end justifies the mean. © 2016, adriana | (act #61- 210817)

drown in ichor.