i prick my finger on a rose in my garden.
my blood is not red.
i take the wind caressing my face as a silent apology.
cover art made by doradorapuff on tumblr.
[2015]
thank you to everyone who shared with me these short poems as they were published.
they were written through a time span of about three years. my period of 14-16 years old.
i'm older now,
and it's time to start something new.
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A poetry collection about life & death, love, loss, & grief. Written through the lens of a 15-17-year-old girl.
These poems are a collection of my story. Take care of them. They mean the world to me.