The self destructive sting of a honeybee, and the sweet nothings I no longer want.
Category: Post College Poetry
When Leaves Leave
With every crunch a reminder of summer day's past and winter days to come.
Autumn
And homage to the changing seasons.
In the Ruins of Trust
Honoring the spaces where it's not so easy to trust.
(Un)structured Potential
To seek the safety and serenity of conformity while wanting to create something your own.
3-Legged Table
Sometimes, no matter how hard we try, things won't work out unless we're ready to work on us first.
Caia Rose 