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 Nov 2021 I'm not Anne
Madeleine
I miss you always
Loving everyday
Outside alone or by my side
Very quiet to being talkative
Everyday I came home You greeted me
You loved the belly rubs
One and only, my baby
Undeniably my greatest, best friend
My fur baby (cat) passed on Oct. 30. I miss him everyday and love him always.
 Sep 2021 I'm not Anne
Blake
Will you be there for me,
When it’s crazy, and there is no stopping anytime soon.
If I have to leave in the middle of a dreamy day.
Will you fight for me when it seems too hard to do.
Would you sit by my door,
When it seems easier to go than stay?
Would you love me even if it’s easier not to?
 Jul 2021 I'm not Anne
Blake
♥️
 Jul 2021 I'm not Anne
Blake
I missed you.
Always wondering where you went.
Didn't want to bother,
Thinking you were over me.
Reached out to say goodbye,
Only wishing to talk more than ever before.
My feelings for you hasn't faded.
the things that hurt you do not deserve to hold your hand. pain may be familiar, but it is not a friend.
 Feb 2021 I'm not Anne
Blake
I didn't know happiness could be so sweet.
I'm afraid to let my wall down,
Knowing all this could be gone.
What if I wake up and this all a dream?
I can't go back,
The scares are still fading.
My heart is broken, slowly getting back together.
I was knocking on death's door,
I'm finally Afraid of leaving.
 Jan 2021 I'm not Anne
Blake
Lost
 Jan 2021 I'm not Anne
Blake
My hand is shaking,
The wind was yelling out your name.
Is this the sign of bowing down before it's too late?
I'm scared for the battle that may follow.
I found a broken bottle and saw myself holding the white flag.
 Nov 2020 I'm not Anne
Blake
I was afraid to be myself Until I met her.
I never feel judged.
My face blushes,
When I see her name on my screen.
Staying up late just to send one more text.
In the end, its worth losing sleep
What is the colour of love?
What is the price of pain?
The answer lay within the blood
Pumping through his veins
 Oct 2020 I'm not Anne
Blake
Tell me the truth
Do you find me cute?
I find the way you write beautifully.
Your poems are like magic to my eyes.
This all started with a simple hey.

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