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Apr 2018 · 104
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Annyomous Apr 2018
I gave you my heart
I gave you my soul
I gave you everything I had.
Now you've turned us into ash.
There's nothing left
But lost hopes and broken pieces
Apr 2018 · 90
Love of mine
Annyomous Apr 2018
Your the love of my life,
Your the beautiful rainbow after a storm,
Your prettier than the most beautiful flower, a flower in bloom
Your my rose without the thorns,
Your the love of my life,
I love your tender touch,
I love your sweet soothing voice,
I love your smile and the way we kiss, the depths of our emotions so intense and indescribable
I thought I new myself before I met you, but the moment you looked in my eyes you could see every layer I failed to see,
Ive never felt such feelings such love,
your able to see deeper in the depths of my soul your able to bring out the best of me,
I love you not only for everything you are, but everything you make me when I'm with you.
Apr 2018 · 107
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Annyomous Apr 2018
Sadly, 
I liked you better 
When you were a puzzle.
Apr 2018 · 97
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Annyomous Apr 2018
To be
Loved by her,
Would have been
The epitome of
Surrealism.
I don't really do titles well.
Apr 2018 · 120
A ghost and not much more
Annyomous Apr 2018
I'm all on my own,
This is my chance to find out who I really am,
All I've lost,
All I've gained,
And all that  remains the same.

I'm now one of all the rest,
I've lost my rhythm,
I've grown weak,
And all who stayed,
Are all lost,
Cold,
And distraught,
I'm a ghost,
I linger in the past.

My ship sank,
My plane fell,
my car crashed,
And my train is off its tracks,
Time for a detour.

Obstacles are now the foot steps ahead of me,
My choice of words around,
Thinking my thoughts aloud,
And my eyes wandering about,
Where is freedom,
Where is love,
Where have the times gone?

My bell rang,
Before lighting struck my steeple,
Everyone  loved me,
Until the atheist burned all my people,
But you can't beat belief,
While my stained glass still shimmers,
Even in its riddance,
I am history,
Down in the books and admired like some old record.  

You see now,
You've gone beyond the curriculum to hurt me I've acknowledged,
But I warn you,
You may be delivered a package of your own.

— The End —