aphrodite

blossoms from emily’s tree.

a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. (romeo and juliet)

roses in pennsylvania.

i’ll send you the sunset i love the most. (tokyo // owl city)

roses at a downtown café.

i am beginning to think
that i am a liar
i can’t open my mouth
without crooked words tumbling
over crooked teeth
like when i shrugged and said
we’re kids
we can’t love each other yet
and i felt aphrodite
dewy rose petals caught in her
dark dripping curls
twist her bruised lips in sorrow
because what is young love
but praying you’ll make it
while reaching for sweaty
shaky hands in the dusk

xo apollo

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Author: apollo

i'm apollo, a loser who listens to music too much. i enjoy art, writing, photography, traveling, and trying to outrun my feelings.

19 thoughts on “aphrodite”

  1. I was trying to figure out that Shakespeare line the other day (I wasn’t sure if it was would or wouldn’t).
    Beautifully photography, as always.
    And happy (belated) birthday, Loren! :) I hope you had a great birthday and have a great year.

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