If I held you softer, would the world be a scarier place? Would you have been prepared for its harsh, jagged rocks? If my words were gentler,
By Amanda Abelaabout 18 hours ago in Poets
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 Abela4 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
By Amanda Abela6 months ago in Poets
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.
By Amanda Abela5 years ago in Poets
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,
Could it be that we are strangers, or passers-by 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 of the path still laid out ahead.
