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Amanda Aug 2014
I'll hold your hand through the wizened wrinkles; even if your beautiful mind will eventually crinkle.
Crinkled & crumpled into creases too deep for sunshine to peek through.
(My fingertips will still slowly but surely fix it.)

Even when the hair tickling my bare shoulders, collarbones & necks on lazy sunday morning is no longer quite the same.

I'll be right here.
Hey hey hey! :')
Whoo. I wrote this after I discovered a strand of white in my hair.
I WAS SO SHOCKED.
I MEAN, I am not even at the age to HAVE white hair.
:')
Anyhoo, how have you been darling readers?
xo
Amanda Jul 2014
Ink infuses into the depths of these blank, slightly creased pages.
Within it are little intangible but ever so omnipresent
pockets of bitter sweetness; just like fizzy,freshly squeezed lemonade
+
starry-eyed innocence x shy crimson cheeks

Dotted by moments of those cheeky upside down crescents; winks.
Strings of old time flit between dots and rusted locks.
As I read back old works in my notebook, I feel a wash of memories and forgotten memories. It's one of the most disorienting and rueful feelings.

Anyhoo, how are you doing today, lovely?
Do you have a little time?
If you do, could you please check out this link and possibly support me?
https://40hf2014.everydayhero.com/au/amanda-30
It would be absolutely brilliant if you do.
*Hugs to you, you and you, where-ever you are!*
Amanda Jul 2014
Sunshine; this hazy thing that marks shadows of the hour hand, lingers on my cold, slightly lonely fingertips.

I made two cups of coffee, yet again
Only one met my lips.

The other one went
*cold & colder.
Hello there lovely soul! How are you doing today?
x
I attended a debutante ball yesterday, man, it was brilliant. My feet still hurt from the heels, my hair is in day-old curls, my eyes are tired.
Any prom/formal/ball memories, you, you and you wish to share?  
Good morning/ Good Afternoon/ Sweet dreams.
Amanda Jul 2014
I stand here with winter-bitten
fingers & bare ankles..

I never needed much
when you were aways just a quickened heartbeat away from my own.
This one is for you, sweets.
Amanda Jul 2014
There's always an
inexplicable something
about all things old.

Maybe, these yellowing, crinkled, slightly forgotten
-slipped off the inky azure of the mind's corners-
have felt the way a pair of lips
moves & crinkles
as
they make
wide-eyed wishes and closed mouth good-byes.
Hey lovely soul!
x
Amanda Jul 2014
Chance, a wise man's wizened lips would say it is the one terrible thing,
a slightly wide-eyed, a little dreamer of yet another wise man said

"This lovely celestial thing that lives in the pockets of those shy hopefuls.
Who are all pressed lips, closed hands.
It is all those cold e m p t y spaces
within
your warm soul
no-one has
quite
lived in."
Hey there lovely!
FIRST DAY OF NEW TERM. Boom. Done.
It is a melding of excitement, happy smiles and stress.
The above nonsensical writing was inspired by my genetics topic in biology that I am currently studying right NOW. :')
Okey dokes, let's all take a chance tomorrow.
Let's be brave.
Take care, y'all.
x
Amanda Jul 2014
You are the most wondrous dizzying
mess of cells,
deoxyribonucleic acid,
erythrocytes,
words,
sounds,
murmurs,
thoughts & b
                           r
                                                 e a t h s.
Hey you, you and you!
Isn't your soul looking lovely?
I WATCHED TANGLED FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE TODAY AND MY GOODNESS,
can I just collapse into a puddle of sweetness & *hugs*?
Please?
x
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