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Anna Mar 2018
My fingertips are runny, they drip and ooze with ink
I keep them tied with garbage bags and drain them in the sink
Shades so dark, they'll break your heart- of those, I do not drink.
If I'm always cleaning up a spill, I don't have to stop and think.
Anna Jul 2017
Close those doors, walk down the street
And let those rain drops catch your teeth
Sometimes sunshine is too sweet
So I let shadey trees drip down on me
  Jun 2017 Anna
A Thomas Hawkins
Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again
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Anna Jun 2017
You're the turtle,
I'm the hare.
And I said I'd take you home
A couple days until I go
but I guess you're already there.
I will stay if you ask me to
And I will go if you dare
To baked and broken back roads
Where our ashes fill the air
Anna Jun 2017
My heart is a fire
And my chariot's the sun
Just don't stand by too closely, love
If you plan on having fun
Im counting down the minutes
Until my time is done
Im burning bridges hopefully
Until you're on the run
Swing low, swing fast
Don't make this moment last
I'll set alight the whole **** night
Until the summers passed
Anna Jun 2017
Im like an ashen cigarette
Most days are burning with regret
I bruised her hand,
I wont forget
My sister was a body spent
And some days this is all I do
I just sit, and write,
And talk to you
Our lungs coated,
Lips past blue
What the **** can I even do?
Two months ago my sister died from  "complications  from cystic fibrosis"
I miss her so ******* much.
My sisters dead?...
My baby sister.
Where are you???
Anna Jun 2017
Can I **** another night
Or maybe just myself
All this angers hurting me
Make me ashes on a shelf
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