❝THE POETS ARE GONE. THEIR BODIES HAVE RETURNED TO THE DIRT, NOTHING BUT BONES.❞ A woman of words is like a garden full of weeds and when the weeds begin to grow its like a pen-knife in your heart and then your heart begins to bleed and then your dead. dead. dead. indeed. grabthemonets | all rights reserved © cover designed by @grabthemonets

his thoughts danced with the memory of you. §~º° eliartyrell poetry

i gave a boy a lavender sprig and he returned me with a kiss. ©achillics

❝𝑺𝒐𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔❞ ━━©aphroditesdiamond 2020