Anaya c Apr 1
you are the canvas to my writing
i am painting every word on
so beautifully concise
i cant help
but create you so gracefully
my hands forget
they too have limits
and need to let my heart breathe
but when i write about you
the feelings come in waves
some soft
some powerful
and i can never
restrict my words
pour your feelings out without apology
Anaya c Mar 25
I used to dream
of someone with eyes like the ocean
I used to fall in love with the ivy
in old loves eyes
his skin like winter
I used to ask for someone
with no history of hurt but high anticipations
I am well over want
I love someone with history
his eyes are not oceans
nor mimic the ivy I once adored
his auburn eyes drown into mine
once again and once more with every look
as if they were oceans
his skin is not winter
but golden like a summer evening
being the only thing I know
close to perfect
he'll always remain the beautifulest thing
that's ever been mine
the best things in life are free
Anaya c Mar 10
when there was nothing but the truth
left to be seen
Anaya c Feb 12
i can not write you into a poem
no matter how hard i try
my words fall too short
with every line i write
i cannot bring words
to their finest meaning
when the words alone
are inferior to you
its simply impossible
i bet you never had
someone hit you
so hard
like a wave.

i bet you never
thought the day
would come
where someone
would be so eager
to stay.

well i can’t make
any promises,
and you can’t expect
to do the same either,
but when i look at you,
something speaks truth,
and i just gotta
tell you.

i wanna know you.
i wanna know what gets you
going like you do.
i wanna know you.
why do you do the things you
do?

on friday night,
do you like to watch horror movies?
or are you the type,
to hang with your groupies
and smoke a doobie outside?

well, i’d choose neither.
and i suck at pulling
all-nighters,
but this little song
is not about me.

hey there,
hey you,
when i look at you,
something speaks the truth,
and i just gotta tell you.

i wanna know you.
i wanna know what gets you
going like you do.
i wanna know you.
why do you do the things you
do?

they say if you ever lose
your sense of spark,
then something isn’t right.

and i can’t promise
to always be your sunshine,
but i’ll try and i’ll try
to always be the light.

if you’re in a room,
and you feel the gloom,
and nothing feels like
it’s going right,
look at me,
and you’ll see
somebody who likes

the way that you are,
the way that you do,
oh, you, hey you,
i’m digging you.

cause when i look at you,
something speaks truth,
and i just gotta
tell you.

i wanna know you.
i wanna know what gets you
going like you do.
i wanna know you.
why do you do the things you
do?

i bet you never had
someone hit you
so hard
like a wave.

i bet you never
thought the day
would come
where someone
would be so eager
to stay.

i wanna know everything.
because you’ve got that something,
that i can’t explain.
-WRR
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