You’re my Sunday morning and my Saturday night.
AMANDA KARCHYou’re my Sunday morning and my Saturday night.
AMANDA KARCHAll I have ever wanted is to rid my mind of the demons that still trespass, despite all attempts to guard the walls.
AMANDA KARCHRemember when Hershey was the only kiss we were looking for.
AMANDA KARCHDon’t shame a woman for speaking her truth because it should be universal.
AMANDA KARCHWrite me a poem in Morse code, goosebumps on my skin and lines on your neck.
AMANDA KARCHLook at our story: It is enduring.
AMANDA KARCHConstricted hearts do not bode well for a mind that ties itself in knots.
AMANDA KARCHI never liked nicknames until mine crossed your lips like sugar.
AMANDA KARCHTell me your bones ache for me just as mine do.
AMANDA KARCHYou told me I was the culmination of all the prettiest sunsets and that was the day I finally saw what you see in me.
AMANDA KARCHLet them run wild like the free spirits they are.
AMANDA KARCHI could write another love poem but my metaphors get mixed like the drinks I had the night that more than our paths crossed – strongly.
AMANDA KARCHWithout you, I’m lost.
AMANDA KARCHThe monsters are no longer under our beds.
AMANDA KARCHIt’s the simple things creating pockets of serenity in a world of uncertainty.
AMANDA KARCHI say five more minutes but what I really mean is never leave me.
AMANDA KARCH