Destinee : Writing

The Bride Wore Red

The Bride Wore Red

A Poem by Destinee


It seems she has her own plan.
Sequoias

Sequoias

A Poem by Destinee


Remember when you took me to see the Sequoias?
Common Sense

Common Sense

A Poem by Destinee


Depression alters everything
Thank You, Stranger

Thank You, Stranger

A Poem by Destinee


Beauty, even at the brink of death
Silence

Silence

A Poem by Destinee


I told myself only the weak depend on others, perhaps i am the weakest of them all...
Times of the Sun

Times of the Sun

A Poem by Destinee


It is an odd thing, time is.

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