are we all just lonely kings and queens lost in a film screen?

i am jealous of anyone who has ever touched you

LIKE THEM; the cunning, the strong, the rational, the sensual, the rash. POE19 [151016]

Dear Reader, This is my first collection of poems that I wrote in quarantine as an imaginative thirteen year old, trying to figure out the different facets of life while being shut down and locked up in her home. She found catharsis and solace in poetry and other different forms of writing too. Thus, the title symbolizes the fabricating of poetry as a child- wool symbolizing poetry for it shields me from the overheated emotions in my head and the tender fingers symbolizing innocence. Thank You. Happy Reading!💗 ~ Riddhi

what you love me for

in four parts

The death, the life, and the recounting of Juliet.

ARGLE BARGLE WITH A DASH OF HONEY FLAVOURED NOSTALGIA.

running through the hallways of my heart ･:*:･ﾟ2020

and surely there is the sickness that comes with willing to be tender?