inflorescence and night-bloomer both available on Amazon!
My bought mom these lovely flowers- I could not help but take a picture ❤ https://www.amazon.com/night-bloomer-Mecca-Amirah-Jackson/dp/1717321941/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1540910377&sr=1-1&dpID=51joGKEHghL&preST=_SY291_BO1,204,203,200_QL40_&dpSrc=srch https://www.amazon.com/inflorescence-Mecca-Amirah-Jackson/dp/1720828369/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1540910377&sr=1-3&dpID=51h9sX6ebvL&preST=_SY291_BO1,204,203,200_QL40_&dpSrc=srch
no greater need than to see that smile wiped off that pretty face... i concede to these emotions, these feelings that crawl up my throat and demand to be let out... i reform to be better, do better through you. you will be my canvas; your pain the paint, the horror stamped on your face,… Continue reading i concede…
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it took me awhile to blossom, To open up my petals, to show the world my face. you took me under your wing, showed me how to hold my head up high and to never let the world see me cry. every song reminded me of you, every cloud bore your face, you were the… Continue reading float or dive
Two sides to every story but when it comes to you, it always leads to one: you were my home-unfinished and undone, pieces were missing but that was what made me love you the most- the way i could look through you, like the clouds peaking through the sun. https://www.instagram.com/p/Bm8Zb70hkFM/?taken-by=amateur__poet
split between wanting and needing, it only takes one decision to take that damning last step. if i waver, will you wait? hesitancy is a virus that spread its sticky tentacles inside of me but every time the grip becomes stronger, ill chance another step...and another, and another https://www.instagram.com/p/BmmEVE8B32T/?taken-by=amateur__poet
paradise was a garden of comely serpents and coming-over-my-place-to-cuddle-around-noon. we were there, flowers underneath a hook-shaped moon: larger than life but tamed to a future speckled with green hues. artists, dreamers, the lovers cup that never seemed wholly full-it was a simple life, but for us... it was enough.