aching heart
[POETRY/PROSE] red poppies, aching hearts, and sweet cream. my first collection of poems - DRAFT & STILL UPDATING
[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]
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.
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).
about a girl's summer romance that doesn't last as long as she thought it would. about a girl recovering from the heartbreak of a breakup and the possibility of finding love elsewhere. all artwork by helen frankenthaler.
i'm getting swept up into my fantasies of fate and chance and luck and acting like the immature kid i am help.
suns in ur cheeks (i'll miss u)⠀ ⠀ © 2018, KELLY. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ poetry ( #109 in sunshine...
she was bathed in color; so rich and deep and pervasive that she could hardly breathe.