May 3, 2023
Entry #1
To whoever is reading this.
Here I am, yet another day spent alone. Still waiting for the right moment to find someone to call my own. Someone whose laughter and voice I hear when I wake on a Sunday morning. Someone whose ideals align with mine. Someone whose smell is like an autumn breeze, coffee stained parchments, ink, and a warm hug. Someone willing to put work into building our own burnt bridges together.
I long to find someone who will treat me like a lover, not a friend, not a sister, but a lover.
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Love Untold
PoetryA collection of stuff I wrote about love and other things. Happy reading!! much love, Amarynthe L.
