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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
Written by
Amanda  Melbourne
(Melbourne)   
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