You’re my Sunday morning and my Saturday night.
AMANDA KARCHYou’re my Sunday morning and my Saturday night.
AMANDA KARCHConstricted hearts do not bode well for a mind that ties itself in knots.
AMANDA KARCHTo leap or to fall: that is love’s question.
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 KARCHIf I’m reborn, let my soul find yours again, so our missing pieces can connect and we can become whole.
AMANDA KARCHThe monsters are no longer under our beds.
AMANDA KARCHYour eyes: a tender illustration of love, how you paint affirmations across my bare skin.
AMANDA KARCHKiss me like my lips are the oxygen you need to survive or the passion you need to thrive.
AMANDA KARCHI stay up waiting and maybe that’s why I can’t sleep.
AMANDA KARCHWe may be sweet but that is no invitation for taste.
AMANDA KARCHOur love cannot be contained within a photograph.
AMANDA KARCHYour legs twitch in your sleep like you’re running to me in your dreams.
AMANDA KARCHCreativity is born from you.
AMANDA KARCHOur love is that light up every room star.
AMANDA KARCHLet them run wild like the free spirits they are.
AMANDA KARCHLonging made a home in my body.
AMANDA KARCH