Twine your hand in mine;
Remember the days we hid
Under the scratchy covers
Escaping into our own world,
Losing nothing but time?
Onward now we
Venture into the
Eternity of lost time promised to us.
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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 (4)
Nice acrostic. Just the right amount of romantic touch to it. Well written.
So romantic 😍
Awww, this was so lovely. Such a wonderful Acrostic!
Aw. This is magnificent. Amanda. Truly. I didn't wanna puke but just felt the emotion.