Steel

Regrets and sorrow

Hope Nope

Hope is a dead star

Wanton

People always have the wrong expectations of people they never give a chance to know. And yet we carry that burden.

Apophis

The end of times is upon us and I'm over the bullshit

Prozac

Oh my fucking goddddd, another day, of my two favorite things

Homeless

Where do I put the love?

Last Rites

A poem about love & loss & loving again. Love hurts...

Epitaph

And there upon my epitaph shall say, "died in the womb", for life never existed and the heart was a broken tomb. © Delia Ross. 2019