Poetry Painter’s Palette You can give me the tiniest bit of yourself and I can color my entire world with it. Post navigation arrow-leftPrevious PostPreviousParadoxarrow-rightNext PostNextBliss
Poetry Old Receipts What am I supposed to dowith these thoughts of you?They stack up like old receipts,faded,yet I can’t bring myselfto throw them away.…
Poetry Subtext I conceal my heartin gestures that mean lessthan they should—a glance, a half-smile,words that never reveal too much. You’ll never knowthe full…
Poetry Anchor I grip my feelings tightly,fingers clenched around the edges,as if letting gowould unravel somethingI can’t take back. It’s safer like this—to keep…