You speak in flashes, I listen in perpetuity.
You shout for change, I whisper in stagnation.
You call to ask me to the spring concert, I look at the calendar:
It’s December.
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Amanda Starks
Fantasy writer, poet, and hopefully soon-to-be novelist who wants to create safe spaces to talk about mental health. Subscribe to my free newsletter at www.amandastarks.com for updates!
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Comments (8)
Loved this! The contrasts were so well phrased but it had such a playful punch to it too!
Wonderful!!! Love this!!!
A major difference, but a good balance. Excellent poem.
Oh boy, do I know that feeling...
Donchya know you gotta plan ahead, Amanda. I mean, obviously they believe you to be so popular that they have to book several months in advance in order to get some time with you.
Mind blown! Totally love this..
My mind has so many ways to interpret this! Which I absolutely love 🥰 Great job 👏
Lovely poem ✍️🏆⭐️🍀🍀🍀