13/Gender Questioning/NJ
Strange, queer, depressed, and loving you. Nature birthed me, gave me life. This website saved it. Poetry is the sewer for all the pain that …
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