A summer breeze slips through an open window, caressing curtains and ringlets of hair in the waning daylight. I can feel him here,
By Amanda Abela3 months ago in Poets
I met you at the edge of the world, where the skyline bled to darkness. Crimson shadows befall your face. A question hangs between us, unanswered.
By Amanda Abela5 months ago in Poets
The night is electric and filled with deceit, a tension so thick, sliced open would unveil heavy-laced wanting. You slide your hand
I am adrift in a state of longing, consumed by dreams I dare not wake from. Where crisp air is cold upon my skin, and our ears are filled with the sound
Ours is a slower kind of love, one fraught with decadence, heavy with longing, and unquenchable desire. Ours is a deeper kind of love,
dawn breaks and so too do i in the same light, golden and pure enveloping the world around bringing forth all the beauty the eye can see
By Amanda Abela4 years ago in Poets
i am warming the place that you are saving for another i am tangled in the sheets in the bed where she will sleep she will be all that i am not
i wonder how it will feel to no longer see your face to finally be without you in my home and not our place i am familiar with the bed
By Amanda Abela5 years ago in Poets
could it be that we are strangers or passer byers on the street in a tormented tragic story where we will never meet
my bones are heavy heavy with the burden of the road partly travelled heavy with the burden for the path still laid out ahead
