27/F/Texas
Life, with its rules, its obligations, and its freedoms, is like a sonnet: You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. …
M/Bottom of the Jar
It’s late I must sleep but my soul speaks “Just one more rhyme” and so I rest now because of this line www.instagram.com/my_dear_poet www.tiktok.com/@my_dear_poet
25/M/Colombus, GA
Words are my passion. Little bundles of meaning and memory. They come and go, deepening just a little. I hope they enrich you before passing …