To be me,
is to inform life it’s got
nothing on me.

I suffer but I still fight,
through the fire I burn bright,
I concave to no pain, for
my strength grows with every
fiber of my aching bones;
I will never break.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Weathered Poetry

THE SHADY ROSE

"You can never cover up the truth with a lie, but you can cover up a lie by telling the truth. It's simple, you don't lie from the beginning."

I told my brother this when I was seven years old because I was tired of him getting in trouble.
_________

By Amanda Shelton

To Be Shady Like You*

You might like it if I was shady like you, I’d become something more than just your shadow. My stem will no longer be soft and pliable, and my thorns will be hardened and ruthless.

No longer am I nothing but a shadow. My petals have fallen to the cold Earth. My perfume has faded, my stem bent from the weight of time. Though year’s have past, few forgot my hue and glow. Nothing is lift but my plot. I am more than just a shady rose, I am a blooming daisy. You are the shady rose, holding secrets under your rooted bed, slowly choking any flowers that choose to *** themselves close to your roots. I got use to being choked, my roots strengthened and I became stubborn. I will never be shady like you. I chose to make my plot miles away from the shallow tree’s, giving you your spot amungest the shady roses.

Orange, yellow, and red stream through the dust as it settles down covering the ground and Autumn returns.

Leafs scatter in the wind
as cold chills push the trees.

The clouds become cotton *****
wrapped in there blue skies
and sunshine.

Heavy breath of snow blows
cold kisses upon your cheeks.

Autumn is never black,
its silhouette is orange,
yellow, and red.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

The evening sun sets on the horizon,
it melts into its reflection, rippling
like water as it slowly turns
into liquid beams and fades
into the night.

Like a slumbering beast
the sun does one last peek
before disappearing over the
curve of the earth.

Our sun can seem magical,
it turns into liquid beams
that stretch out with arms
of light, it will burn bright
for billions of years.

It's amazing.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

As the sunlight fades slowly
behind the cleavage of the world,
thine eyes close to say goodnight,
leaving a sliver of the moon hanging over your head and a sprinkle of stars cast their blazing trails crowning the sky King of the night.

The valley sighs before
sluggishly bowing to the night, the trees sleep like babies in their rooted beds.

As Autumn came
in the stillness of the night,
she laid her gown on top
the meadows turning the trees
red, yellow, and brown.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the morning beams of light
glistened due drops on top the leafs.

The morning greeted the trees
with her seasonal embrace.

As the breeze began to blow,
the air woke and gently rose
as a leaf on a lonely branch
began to wave and the breeze
set it free.

The leaf flew up and around,
swooping and diving as the wind
carried it off to distant places.

It traveled across the roads
barely missing car’s and people
passing by.

Dancing between bike wheels
and rolling across the grassy
park.

The leaf danced with gay delight
free from branches and crowded
plot’s, imagine the possibilities.

As the night slowly creeped
its shadows lengthened and
crawled across the ground devouring the light with its
claw like void.

The leaf landed on the ground
underneath the same tree that
birthed it’s brothers and sisters.

It slowly crisped turning
yellow then brown.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Life never was promised
to be smooth, instead it’s
rocky and off balance but
perfect just the way it is.

Upon the rocky roads we ride,
as the sun sets and rises
on the horizon of our lives.

We climb the highest peeks,
swim across it’s rivers and
creeks, sailing the oceans
and crashing upon the shores.

We are like seashells washing
ashore leaving our mark upon
the lands in which we grow
and stand.

This is our story told
by time and its ever
growing spaces, our sparks
shine like stars within
the heavens of change.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

I have sacrificed for sanity,
I have rode the chemical imbalance
that is depression,
I have claimed the highest
mountains of my personal struggles,
I have swam the deepest oceans
of my imagination.

Still I move, I keep fighting
claiming and swimming.

My struggles are only as deep as
I can imagine, my imagination
is like a blackhole sometimes.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Running fast but
going nowhere faster,
exhausted, ruined, and mulch
life can seem like all of these things.

Slowly decaying,
melting away
with unforgiving age
chipping away.

Broken motherboard,
beeping for attention,
sending unwanted codes
to the network that doesn't
work like it use to.

Wreckless rebel building
conquests from babbling
networks that slowly
give no interest to the server.

This is the suffers web.

With a twitch in my step
and a stutter in my brain,
I am autistic but I am
also a person with feelings.

Give me order and I will be happy,
push me off the road and I will
struggle to get back to driving.

I have been fighting
but I also have been
living and enjoying
my life.

Being brave comes easy too me,
but being bold can be a task
like lifting weights, though
I am willing to try new things.

I am not a stranger to anyone,
I make friends like a pro
though I twitch and twist
I over communicate and
speak my thoughts without any
boundaries of my own.

At least you can trust me,
I don’t tell lies for I don’t
think about deceiving anyone.

I want honesty and straight
to the point, I would rather
stick to a line, move slowly
and carefully through this lifetime.

Patience is my gift,
kindness is part of my design,
both are woven into my life
like a tapestry that tells
a story.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

You stole my heart
as well as my security deposit.

You grew your lies upon
my womanly intuition
as it grew like bonfires
lighting up the sky.

I knew by looking in your eyes,
you are drowning in your stories
of disguise, (You are not a spy).

You might try to hide
but you are like a cat,
everyone can see your
wiggling ****.

I know a thief when I see one.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

I’m hanging on the tree of shade,
my shadow lowers to the roots
to drink the mudy waters soaked
into the earth from the rain.

Secretly its my tear’s from year’s
of mental abuse.

I’m like a fruit not yet ripe
for picking.

My shadow lurks hiding my face
for my mirror image is not what
you see, but to me is monstrous.

A reflection of hair, bones and
teeth; sharp like fangs and weeds
for bands its a choking hazard.

I’m hanging on the tree of shade,
my shadow lowers to the roots
to drink the mudy waters that
drips from my pain.

It hydrates depression and anxiety
it grows like black mold.

Depression is deep, anxiety is
bleeker. Together they are blacker
then black, deeper than deep and
burns cooler than the flames
I desire.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

I hate migraines.
They don’t tell you
when they are coming,
and they never knock.

Instead you get an unwanted visitor
who is rude, loud, and causes pain.

It’s not fair
Who’d want that kind of visitor
coming again?

Stupid migraine!

**© 2017 Amanda D Shelton

I am like a cloud floating
in the sky, above me is the
vastness of space and possibilities.

The stars travel amongst the
darkness leaving behind their
dusty vails, they are married
to the Seas of galaxies birthing
ideas that burst forth from my
imagination.

Like a ghost a lingering
sent of passion slowly releases
from the depths of my heart.

The darkness is temporarily
lit by the burst of energy
from my release.

That like a caged bird,
I crave freedom, I yurn
for the touch of wind between
my skin and the environment.

The rush of excitement in my
veins and the exhale of air
in my lungs is accelerating
and refreshing.

I become a small galaxy of experiences,
the vastness of me expands as far
as the imagination can stretch
my existence, I have and will
touch everything;
for we are of many strings
vibrating through the vail of
star dust.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

This was a lucid dream I had.
Part three of my lucid dream series.
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The sun devours me,
like a dragon its blaze
burns me.

Blood is life but a
curse, my soul is lost
to its flood.

Ashes are my fate the
end is hot and sweat.

Death forgot about me
long ago, left me drowning
in darkness.

Such things exist in nightmares,
our worst ideas come from the
depths of darkness creating
monster’s from fanged teeth.

We bite and drink from the fable’s
we’ve shared, like vampires lurking
in the shadows of our minds.

To be a monster is to be alive
but dead at the same time.

The grave was dug centuries
before our time.

The shadows have a heartbeat,
anxiety shines, tells you to
run, tells you to hide.

But nothing can stop death,
she’s a beautiful theft with
beautiful eyes. She sees you
in your sleep, she knows when
you are scared, she knows when
it is your time. Her kiss is the
last you will crave, desire wins
everytime.

The Vampires curse is a fabled
truth, its a monster living behind
your own eyes.

A story, a myth passed on
through the years.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Depression has no grace,
no dignity for it's victims.

I once was like water,
I flowed so easily
I moved mountains with
my pressure,
I surfed the biggest waves,
I climbed the highest peaks,
I flew like a bat.

Only to fall hard.

Like a fly,
I was caught in the struggle
caged in the dreadful pain.

Depression is like a spider,
it waits in the shadows,
in its web it traps its victims.

I'm struggling in the web of depression.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

I am autistic.

I am a wondering leaf on
the breeze of experience.

I never fall because I have
love to catch me.

Being autistic has advantages too.

Like my ability to learn
is quicker and less of a job.

My creativity has no boundaries,
it's a vastness of possibilities.

My honesty is by default,
is stable and secure.

I teach others by sharing awareness.

I have brought people together,
I have helped others with mental
health issues, I've built long
lasting relationships.

Love is prosperity and success
because it builds societies
so be kind to each other and
humanity will prosper.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Upon this design the seems
are stretching slowly
to its limits.

Sadly so many are blind
they believe evil people
who do bad deeds.

There are high level
people who claim to
know what’s best
for us all but make
decisions that
harm those in need.

They argue about how
wrong we are for
speaking up about
their shame, these people
have no shame for they
are broken and know
nothing of its blame.

We fight for freedom
from those who try
to serpentine around
the situation, avoiding
the truth and causing
damage to the system
our founders fought for.

We shouldn’t have to
fight for freedom anymore
for our ancestors set it up
in stone brick and mortar,
building a government
household where our
freedom should lay safe.

Sadly there’s one man
above the rest our president,
who has come upon our safety
and claims he’s above the laws
that keep us free and safe.

He never cared about your
views or your well-being
he loves money and fame,
nothing else but greedy shame.

He’s caused war within
the house, stating he’s
the best and fired
all others who didn’t
agree to his selfish needs.

He’s showing his horns
with no shame, he stands alone
upon his devilish throne.

Now it’s time to stand our
ground, don’t let this evil
dude steal the truth.

Remember what America
stands for! freedom
and boldness to be
the best free state
we can be.

We are diversity at it’s best,
we hydrate and feed our poor,
we save those who are in need,
we took responsibility for
others who request the same
freedom we required.

Why allow one man to stand
against our freedom for
his greedy need for power?

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

I am a writer
a recorder of life,
through poetry I breathe
twice, once in body
again through poetic lines.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

I once fell from the sky,
only to be awakened by the fall.

I opened my eyes to find
my bedroom wall's
where there the whole time.

Dreamers can imagine,
but writer's can imagine
and relate to the dreamers.

That's why we write and read.

Inspiration is the key
to imagining great things.*

*© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

It's heavy,
It's tightly crunched,
It's bleak,
It's boring,
It's dumb,
It's foggy,
It's murky,
It's doomed to fail.

The writers block
is the deepest pit
anyone could trip over.

It pains,
It pokes,
It ******,
It's​ prevalent ,
and jives.

**© By Amanda D Shelton

I suffer because
I am aware of what
peace feels like.

If I never felt bad
I would never know
peace.

You can't learn if
you don't have
something to relate to.

Life is full of it,
sometimes I am knee deep
in pain, other times
I am happier than
sunshine pouring over
the land, you can see
my smile rising
like the sun.

In my darkest times
I have sat through
chaotic heartbeats,
breath stealing pain
but still I keep climbing
higher and higher.

No mountain is too high
for me to climb,
I can walk through thorns
and still I walk
until the end of the road
or when the line is
too thin to climb.

I am always willing to keep
going even when the mud dries
up, I am patient I will wait
for the rain to wash away the dirt
then I will rise again.

This is life,
a climb to the top
where the air is thin
and your back hurts
but it never truly ends.

We endure much pain
but I know we are strong enough
to get to the top.
You just have to imagine
what it would be like
and never give up.

Success is like having
a can of water but no
can opener, you have to
find another way
to open the can or get water.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

I am dust and ashes,
I am beaten and broke,
I am fearful and stricken
by emotions that darken my days.

I am sadness,
I am weakness,
I am creaked
and brittle from use.

I am consumption and its
dust I leave behind.

Ruin is my name,
I am ruined by time
and shame.

This life was not designed by me,
instead it’s a design built for
disaster and pain.

Such struggles I suffer,
always wade by the constant agitation of my heart and soul,
pulling me under it’s heavy gantt,
which never slows.
Steady as it goes,
nothing changes it’s scheduled path and codes.

I am painful and slow,
I am living but cold fire burns
within my heated mind.

I am alive this I know,
this life I have weaved
and sewed unit my
very last breath
I will feel its bite
and its bitter sweet taste
I crave.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

Vampire lady turned cowgirl
don't mess with me
I'm coming out of the coffin
in the 20 first century
riding a horse black as night with a deep red cape and
bats flying behind me.

**** I've got blood red neils fangs and boots.

I would send you a box of
flowers before biting you
with a family of bats
to welcome you. 🌹🦇

Don't mess with the ladies.

We've got nails and fangattitude.

©️ 2023 By Amanda D Shelton

I leaped free from my tapestry
so I can show you the colors
of my thread.

Life is like a thread
it slowly creates a colorful
tapestry of emotions and
experiences.

A poet saws you a personal
expression with our creative
threads of passion.

I am set free through
the flying threads
I toss over my head
unto these pages
I am formatting.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Oops I stepped on a crack
now I'm breaking my back.

Now, I'm locked inside the cage
of societies shame.

The voices use to speak to me,
don't be worried about me the
pills go down so easily.

Chemicals dance inside my head,
tipping me over the edge.

Dancing cells on high wires, sparks
fly as my heart beats like a rollercoaster on fire.

Tips me over into reality for a moment.

But the chemicals tie me to the tracks, the trains coming to crazy town. Oh, I forgot my ticket.

Here's the train I'm on my way.

I use to be a chemical imbalance
now I'm just a pile of painful bones.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

It started with your smile,
slowly it grew into love.

My clouds parted for you,
the fog lifted for a view,
the sun beamed brighter than
before, the blue sky was bluer
too, it caught your blue eyes
like an ocean surprise.

Sadly, a storm blew in,
it devoured my heart, it
broke the ties that bind
us.

The blue turned gray and
black, the ocean dried up
leaving my heart broken
and cracked.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Beyond tomorrow
onto the marrow
lives my sorrow
and pain.

It’s always flooding
with rain and the clouds
never fade. Yet I am
a survivor and brave.

I bring my umbrella
and meditation with great
breathing techniques
to help me through the
hard times.

Sometimes the shadows
settle for awhile, I’ve
learned to be calmer and
at peace with restful nights.

Within my restless hours
I am inspired, deeply
expired yet not tired
enough to sleep.

My weathered mind
tick’s on upon
the last hours of
the nightly dreams
I should be experiencing.

Yet I become one of the
shadows lurking about
the dark. Not extinguished
for I still burn bright
like my past bridges
I’ve left behind.

No regrets but embarrassments
light up my cheeks.
We all of those blushing
moments like these.

Beyond the sun’s ray
I come riding on the moons
beams. I am a star upon
the stage just for awhile.

Long breathes drag on
hour after hour,
line by line, beyond
the horizon of tomorrow
lives my tears and sorrows.

Fading with the light
raising upon my return to
life.

Good morning my marrow.
What tithings you bring
of golden rays and silver
linings. Ting!

© 2019 Amanda Shelton

Throttled through time on the
tip of a whip I am hurdled
into existence.

In a flash of lightning and
sound that vibrated the strings
of reality I became an echo.

In darkness I am the breath of
light that brings you to life.

In light I am the void that
devours all thing’s.

I am also a seed ready to be
hydrated and fed so I can become
a blooming beauty.

The idea of me is purpose.

To be!

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

T’is a night of moonlit
dreams, a song of sorrow
the shadows sang.

Wolves vent their howls,
The star’s began to stir
and fade into the slow
rising beam’s of light.

Night shrouds the earth
in foggy clouds, a cold
chill settles still.

The inky black sky cascades over tragic hills, and
the night full of mysteries waiting to be discovered
slowly fades with the rising
of the sun.

Now a night of dreaming, I weep for I am awakening.

©️ 2020 By Amanda Shelton

You won't get anywhere if
you want likes and following.

If you don't enjoy your writing
you need to take a break.

Writing isn't about likes,
its about enjoying the process.

A great writer knows how to write
from practice and passion.

Its not just pen and paper,
its a practice of patience
and skill.

It can become a drive that
is like a volcano.

The more you write and share,
more likely others will follow.

Don't give up! Just keep writing.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

You stole my time, self-esteem,
and views.

You took something so naive and blind, you molded it with your photoshopped
coverage, blending models
into walking stick figures,
telling girls you can’t be
beautiful if you can’t fit the design.

To Beauty, I am ashamed of you,
you lied, you abused my time,
you wasted your designs
on a woman who is too real
to fit your stitched together designs.

I am 5’9″ 225 pounds beautiful,
with my wide hips I can sink
battle ships, I walk proudly.
For all should walk proud.

You are the perfect design,
you are beautiful on the outside
and in. We all shine.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

I tried to live,
slowly it pushed me down,
I followed it’s rude rule,
it hurt it tugged and pulled.

It spoke up to say.
I am bad,
I am ruin,
I am suffering,
I am nothing but damaging,
I am not your friend,
I am not your support,
I am not your responsibility
but yet I share your life,
I am pain.

Today I sat with pain,
I drank his tea and shared
my life with his friends,
suffering and illness.

I have learned how to except them
in my life, for I have no choice.
Chronic pain stole my time.

I have gazed upon the softest petals
deeper than the night, its perfume
lingers on my mind.

Of the greenest stem and leafs of
heaven's groves, a bud like no other
in black velvet under cover,
for the others are painted red.

Ode to my black rose, it grows
in the deepest depth of my heart.

This thorn of beauty and
night is plotted in rows
to grow my poetic design.

I hope my black rose brings
you peace and comfort, and
reminds you beauty is in
the design.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Nothing is left,
the pieces have fallen apart,
until they are too small to see.

I am to insignificant for you
to care,
I am like a wound
itchy and bothersome,
you wish I wasn’t there.

My soul is always out in the open,
it’s bare and naked
for all to see.

My scares are visible,
kinda hard not to see
my suffering,
for I wear my struggles
on my sleeve.

My armor has a weakness,
it is you.
I never forgot how much
I love you.

You are tattooed upon my heart,
I have your name stitched
upon my soul.

Everyone knows who you are
because I have no secrets
no mask to wear.

You are my pain,
my dying heart you hold tightly.

My love you have,
my heart you choked
with your brutal needs for more.

The heart is greedy,
it can cause the mind
to be needy.

Such pain love can bare,
causing the oceans to flood,
the walls to fall into the pushing
oceans of your love.

Doesn’t matter how much I share,
you don’t care.

To my broken love.

**© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

Depression,
I caught you swimming in my sorrow, you were drowning in
my tears.

There in my mind I laid down
my life but you stole my heart instead and I lost my mind amongst the shadows.

In the battle of my chemical imbalance I fight for my right to be happy again.

I am dancing in the dark
with myself, my heart beats
in the shadows as my breath
stands to the side, whispering
to me keep dancing.

Exhausted and frade sorrow
follows me, my flaws abuse me,
my mistakes scared me.

Society forgot about me,
I faded into the pitch of nothing.

A void of me, frightening memories
of taunting accusations from a
devilish monster.

Those eyes of blue devoured
my hopes and dreams,
he had no love for me.

His teeth bit into me,
his harsh lashing of accusations
embodied hate and broken ideas,
from the narcissist who said
he loved me.

The narcissist invaded my dreams,
with grinding bones from the
skeleton's he stored in his closet
of screams.

Scratching my brain with his
narcissistic rants and shoveling
wants trying to steal what
I achieved for himself.

The narcissist knows nothing of
love and passionate embraces.

For the narcissist only
knows how to break things.

A narcissist gaslights until crazy
devours everything.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Do you ever get an itch
with your spidey since?

Its like a fly wriggling
in your web, if you don’t
take care of it, it rots
like an old shoe left out
to stink up your house.

I call it my ladybug since,
I can feel your honesty
and your lies miles away.

God gave me another gift
of discernment and empathetic
abilities, I can pick up
feelings and thoughts
from strangers and friends.

My ladybug since has saved
lives many times.

I’ve helped schizophrenics
break free from their
decisional trips by
showing them I can see
what they see and its not
reality.

I know what its like to
see that look of surprise
when they have an eye
opening experience.

Sometimes its like
I become a shadow of
the schizophrenics mind,
and it works almost every time.

To be the bate for
the schizophrenics
monster’s that was
my services I provided,
to save them from their
boogeymen brain robbers.

Now I am retired,
my job is to live
my life out peacefully
with my partner, who I love
beyond tomorrow’s sunrise
and yesterday’s sunset.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Upon my life you
assume I’ll fight,
how ignorant are you?

You think you are so ugly
you’ve got to express it
through your broken
ego?

Only a bully would be
so shameless, a troll
wants nothing but attention,
the best way to stop it
is ban it before they
say anything else.

Don’t take the trolls
seriously, their just
jealous and ashamed of
their own selves they
have enough problems.

It’s not about you.

Trolls, this is for you…

How low is your IQ?
You can’t relate to others?
Oh wow! you know that
makes you the true problem.

When you’re willing to
dish out the trash you
should be willing to
take it out. We have
trashcans for a reason
you ugly fool.

If you don’t like something
I do, why do you even care
about what I do when you
have a life too?

You’re wasting your life
by waiting for the tolls
to pay out, for one day
it will run out and You
will pay for such evil ways.

So don’t pay the trolls
ban them instead, throw
away all the ugly hate
learn to love yourself
and stop worrying about
everyone else.

Acceptance is the key
to success and prosperity.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Ratty tatty tap tap tap,
haters be dancing like
fly’s on crap.

You’re better than the haters
and I think they are jealous
they are not spoiled brats.

Instead the best they can do
is be ugly trolls expecting you
to pay their toll.

Well the bridge is burnt and
the trolls are stone.

Trolls turn to stone in
the morning light and
ashes can’t hold up to
the mornings breeze.

Like the big bad wolf
I huff and I puff until
the bridge falls down and
blow’s away in the mornings
breeze.

No wolf is bad so please
excuse the bad breath,
and would you scratch behind
my ears please.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Boom pop woh yeah, meow buddy
just like that twitch to the left
now **** to the right. Real quick!

Like a robot doing the twitch
and a pop with strings,
tug on that.

Tourettes got me twitching,
hiccuping and meowing.

Muscles cramping and joints
are grinding, creaking and
popping, like microwave popcorn.

2 minutes to go!

Anxiety's on a roll,
the embarrassment is a monster
stabbing me in the back.

I don't even know who I am waving at.

Why am I doing that dance
in the middle of nowhere?

Did I see a cat?

Do I have the hiccups?

Nope it's tourettes!

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Every night I feel the distance that has grown between us, opening the empty spaces between the moon and stars where love once flew so far.

I've been fighting for a way out, I forgot the doors were open from the start.

Trauma befriended me, stole my dignity and my heart.

From its ugliness and fear, I grew beauty and bravery. For in the darkness beauty shines brighter and without the light the darkness would be nothing.

I am that like a star, I burn in the darkness becoming the light upon my departure.

Flying free, I am hanging high like
the moon, in the spaces of time I bloom.

Trauma never leaves me, it's a poke in my back, a reminder of what I lack, but also a testimony to my strength and agility.

I never looked back, it chose to be
my shadow, always behind me testing my abilities to handle the struggle.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

Do you dare to love a broken heart?

Love me but love me not if
you want to change who and
what I am.

For happiness is in the here
and now, to accept me for me
and you for you.

That's true love.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Upon true loves kiss
I leave you my wish,
loves whisper sweet
and tender.

Within my dreams you
leave a sweet perfume,
a reminder of your tender
touch and lovers hug.

So precious and true,
love never has forgotten
you, for my kiss follows
your heart, I am always
beside you whispering
to you, my sweet heart
so true.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton