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Anthea Jan 2018
I gave her flowers
A symbol of true love
Purple like her bruised knees

They were
Violets

He gave me flowers
To show his immaturity
Yellow like his hair

They were
Buttercups

We picked flowers
Made wishes
Blew seeds into the sky
Lawns covered in wildflowers
Yellow
Like the sunshine

They were
Dandelions

I picked flowers
For 24 years
Waiting for you to think of me
Pink and white
Like a fragile heart

They were
White clover
  Dec 2017 Anthea
Intrépide
You
there’s a
thorn
stuck inside
my chest,
it throbs in pain
every ****
time when
someone says
your name


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  Dec 2017 Anthea
Viany
I wanted to write a lovely poem..
I ended up writing your name
  Dec 2017 Anthea
Gulishta
What is it?,
That binds me to you.
What is it?,
That makes me want to be close to you.
What is it?,
That I can't resist.
What is it?,
Without which I'm ceased to exist.
What is it?,
That makes my name sounds different in your voice.
What is it?,
That makes me want to remove every distance.
What is it?
That makes me want to be yours.
What is it?,
That makes me crave these arms of yours.
What is it?,
That I'm wearing like a cloak around me.
What is it?,
That makes me forget me.
  Dec 2017 Anthea
larissa
maybe if you loved me
i could finally rest my head
on a white pillow
"i adore you"
"oh"
  Dec 2017 Anthea
spacequeen
It's too light out to be thinking this dark...

The full moon gleams in all it's glory tonight.

Even the clouds are awake.
The stars blanket around the ideas of who we are...
They whisper of our success.

I'm trapped in a maze I've created myself.
But the moon will guide me home.

Alone.
But here.

And there is no stopping me from shining.
  Dec 2017 Anthea
grace snoddy
regret.
i regret letting you in.

love will always start with illusion.
and i fell in love with
the mirage you displayed.
i told myself that
the person i fell in love with
was still there.
that is why i stuck around

for so long.

for so long i believed that you still loved me
as much as the sun loved the sky.
even when you said you didn’t,
even when your voice didn’t feel like

home.

home was late night conversations.
home was your laugh ringing in my ears.
but what was once the house we loved in,
it is now dominated by ghosts.

it has been 8 months.
i still

regret.
i regret letting you in.
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