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ana180805
ana180805
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Light filtering through the room, A slight disturbance, A common enemy, Phosphenes dancing as you awaken, The weight of your eyelids lifting, Unveiling your surroundings, An announcement of your existence, Your choice to restart the world, To have another look, Just in case. It’s a mixture of curiosity, maybe a little hope, And possibly a bit of fear. But that moment you open your eyes, Each morning after your dreams, The moment your darkness disappears, To be captivated by light, Is the moment you decide to give the world another chance. Ana
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Jun 7, 2020
Jun 7, 2020 at 10:57 PM UTC
WAKING UP
I have a tendency to romanticise, A habit of hoping. Jumping to conclusions in my mind, Maybe it's a way of coping. It's caused a few issues, Assumptions tend to do so. But my mind won't give up that easily, It sure doesn’t like hearing, 'no.' So I may as well embrace it, After all, what's so bad about hope? Maybe that’s what we all need, Maybe that’s a good way to cope. Ana
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Jun 7, 2020
Jun 7, 2020 at 9:48 PM UTC
A TENDENCY TO ROMANTICISE
Reused and recycled, I gave my heart to you. Scratched and scarred, Oh, if you only knew, Stumbling in the dark, Without a clue. Cold and empty, So frozen it's blue. It doesn’t belong anymore, So I gave it to you. Reused and recycled, Maybe you can make it something new. Ana
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Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 11:29 PM UTC
REUSED AND RECYCLED
It wasn’t easy, The stars know it wasn’t **** easy. Loving you, being with you, It was different. Sometimes it was like early flowers in late winter, Sometimes it was like buds that just won't bloom. It was like how the sun must feel, When the clouds start to pour. A little confused, A little hurt, Maybe a little angry. But that doesn’t stop her from loving the sky, Her foundation, Her home. Even when the clouds poured down on us, I was still there. Front row at every show, First through the door of every party. Somehow it just worked, Like mismatched stars forming stunning constellations, A little strange, A little uncertain, Maybe a little unconventional, But it was real. Ana
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Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 8:21 PM UTC
UNCONVENTIONAL LOVE