[POETRY/PROSE] red poppies, aching hearts, and sweet cream. my first collection of poems - DRAFT & STILL UPDATING

when you have too many thorns, all you can do is paint them in red, because, maybe then, they will look like petals [sequel to shades of blue]

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

It's winter I dislike winter here is distasteful winter poetry

quarantine has me wondering when i stopped thinking of you

the most monumental experiences in history that i did not experience. poems alluding to past grandiose occurrences 2020 © rosy

so shall it be, her very core be torn apart by seething fingers, licked, drooling, from her very thickness.

precious people turned precious metal

do not cry when things do not make sense 'cause your hair will turn to gray (and it won't be glistening silver strands like daenerys targaryen's in your tv screen).

collection three