by allegraosati | | poems
don’t speak of heartache if you’ve never burned for the smallest things in life
by allegraosati | | poems
never before have i been so impending like doom or spring
by allegraosati | | poems
why do words and syllables collide in my head stumbling into sentences that somehow sometimes make sense
by allegraosati | | poems
my words drip like honey from a bear overflowing with memories unsullied but worn from love
by allegraosati | | poems
perhaps the way we remember is merely a curation of feelings
