Do you feel love
when you're on your own,
when you're a ghost,
when you're searching for something you're missing?
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Do you feel love
when you leave me alone,
when you crawl across my grave,
when you find the thing you're missing?
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Do you feel love
when they pull me from the dirt,
when they wash my bones clean,
when they find your mark?
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Do you feel love?
I know I don't.
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Amanda Starks
Epic fantasy writer, poet, and hopefully soon-to-be novelist who wants to create safe spaces to talk about mental health. Magic, swords, and monsters abound!
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Seed of Glass
I knew you were different from the moment my eyes of flame met your eyes of glass. They reminded me of the chimes at the market. The way their multicolored surfaces caught and refracted the light would bring such joy to even my most mundane of days.
By Amanda StarksExclusive • about a year ago
Comments (3)
That was such a heartbreaking poem. 💔 Wonderful imagery, and a great contrast in pairing love and death. Well done. 💜
Oooof, what an excellent poem, with a hard-hitter of an ending - nicely done!
Oh damn, that last line broke me. Wow, this was fast and furious and felt like hitting a brick wall at the end. So good, Amanda!