I don’t write because I want to
No thoughts of wealth or dreams of fame...

Beautiful to Him (Pantoum)
By: Amanda Bee...

I’m flying in the wind
And I’m spinning on the sun...

Trying my hardest not to cry
It was exactly one year ago, today...

Just the other day, we held hands
as we drove by the beach, past the sand...

I want you to touch me
Stroke and caress me, ever so slow...

I told myself that I would just avoid looking at...
Wouldn’t allow you to use your charms on me...

I can remember the day we met like it was...
I still believe you had rehearsed those sweet, yet...

She hears the crackle of her shattering bones
As her body slams against the hard wall...

Why do I keep on deluding myself?
And why can’t I release this illusion...

Here you come from across the room,
still a little unsteady on your feet...

One sunny afternoon on the playground
Two little girls in pigtails, holding hands...