a marriage of words soaked together with rosé
grade school playground feelings
things still look black and white
still basic, still innocent, still free
(if only you knew)
— where is your light, when the dark creeps in?
it’s funny, i’m more comfortable in the dark.
i cover my face like it means something to be white
like it means i am more or less human
there is no hiding these feelings
apple cheeks tell secret stories
when some people are like vines you trip on
and others are flowers so sacred you can’t touch
and somewhere in between grew the daisy
strong, pleasant and surprisingly rare.
free verse. rosé inspired. rainy night.
Writer and photographer from remote Labrador, Canada. Just another cold Labradorian chillin' in the Big Land. Can most likely be found walking my dog Grace or behind an iMac screen slowly taking over the interwebs.