rhea : Writing

grown up

grown up

A Poem by rhea


this is what (according to me) the leap into adulthood entails
love alters not

love alters not

A Poem by rhea


according to me love induces change but doesnt force it
to my gem

to my gem

A Poem by rhea


my definition of perfect
the heart

the heart

A Poem by rhea


"Our heart are monsters. That's why our ribs are cages."
its "ok"

its "ok"

A Poem by rhea


this was my first poem..
time

time

A Poem by rhea


looking back at my best-friend of fifteen years I realised how cruel time was and wrote this as a result.
empty spot

empty spot

A Poem by rhea


my take on why I crave memories so much
home is where the heart is

home is where the heart is

A Poem by rhea


my take on where my home truly is