Poems from AmandaZaner
How many times have you woken up, in the middle of the night perhaps, when the moonlight is streaming through the window and is cutting...
Would you ever kiss me? Like, really kiss me. I’m not talking about a 2-second peck on the lips; when I say kiss I mean grabbing my face,...
...‘Maybe I’m destined to be alone.
Maybe I have been chosen to live my life in solitude for all eternity.
Maybe I am to be forced to...
Do you see faces in the trees? I mean, not some mental mindfuck kind of seeing faces,
but the thing you do as a kid where you look at a...
How many fingers am I holding up?
What do you mean I’m holding seventeen of them...
are you trying to pull some of that philosophical...