who says it's not possible? who says it couldnt be? we never know. so, just maybe.

collection of poetry 11/2020 ─ terminée

careworn and smiling with a crooked grin, adoration slept in the wrinkles beside his eyes as he observed the mosaic beauty. she held his callused palm in hers and whispered to the moon; "tonight, we're monsters." romanticism isn't always beautiful.

come a little closer, i wanna tell u how i feel.

water coloured dreams

words are sharp

"you're there, but why are you beyond my reach." ⓒ honeykims

with a sky sprinkled in stars, i'd still look at you.

summer's not as long as it used to be. a poetry book. © happypjm / 2017