Poetry Books by
Whitney Aumack
You were never one to look around much, or ask questions My curiosity roars, yours is only implied That style of ignorance drives me insane I hear your thoughts echo from the void space in your brain Attractive, but plain… Continue Reading →
We lay on fresh cut green grass, The sky an old, familiar blue. Faded denim, just like your eyes. It reminds me how your face is familiar, too. Like something I’ve always known, Like something I’ve always had. Like something… Continue Reading →
We thought we would be the exception to the rule. Of course, we did. Misery and pain are abstract when it happens to someone else. You may feel the warmth next to the fire, but not the burn. There’s a… Continue Reading →
Come what may. A storm brew inside of me. He said I would dance in the rain given the chance. I never told him he was my sunshine. Long lost romance still smolders after all this time. He knew a… Continue Reading →
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