Or, a collection of old poems on grief.
Thank you for these beautiful poems!
thank you for reading them!
these are soo good omg
thank you so much <3
"not enough oxygen in the world when my chest feels like drying concrete"
" The traumas of my life taste like pennies."
"The forest in my hazel eyes burns
down and everyone stops to watch."
thank you for reading :)
"It won’t be the last storm, but you’ve weathered
storms before, and you survived each one prior"
🫀🌊🌌
🤍🤍
Thank you for these beautiful poems!
thank you for reading them!
these are soo good omg
thank you so much <3
"not enough oxygen in the world when my chest feels like drying concrete"
" The traumas of my life taste like pennies."
"The forest in my hazel eyes burns
down and everyone stops to watch."
thank you for reading :)
"It won’t be the last storm, but you’ve weathered
storms before, and you survived each one prior"
🫀🌊🌌
🤍🤍