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Anastasia Jul 2019
Dancing in the headlights
Fireflies like shadows of stars
Smiles taste like strawberries
Hands hold like they'll never let go
It's about to rain
The skies hot tears
But we don't care
We talk by the river
Our feet dipped in
The moon's reflection shattered
As you push me in
Hold each other in dark
Our favorite song
Hand in hand
All night long
Night poetry. 9:09 p.m.
Anastasia Jul 2019
I wish I could create
Something meaningful
Miss you.  9:00 p.m.
Anastasia Jul 2019
I'm burning up
It hurts too bad
Too much love
It's really sad
Cool me off
With your frozen heart
Too much emotion
is tearing me apart
I can't take it
My poor old heart
So much heat
I'm about to pass out
Rescue me
And pull me out
I know I can thaw it
That beautiful block of ice
You need some help
I can see it your eyes
Icy blue
I've got too much heat
Darling, you can take some from me
I guess heat is a metaphor for love. It's hurting, and it's burning me up.
Anastasia Jul 2019
Colors
Drip from your heart
While you hold me.
You color me
Like the rainbow
Of your soul.
Opalescent dreams
Spill
From your lips.
You've colored me
Like a page.
I was black and white
Before you colored me in
With the taste of your lips.
Anastasia Jul 2019
i think you're really pretty
and you're so sweet
more than the cotton candy
i had at the pool
i think
that you're perfect
i think that you've got a lot of talent
you're my favorite thing to dream of
i think
that you're wonderful
Anastasia Jul 2019
you know that i love you
now what
Anastasia Jul 2019
I trusted someone with all my heart.
But now it feels like we’re falling apart.
He threatens to tell my secrets to all,
but that's not why I’m sad, why I’m about to fall.
I’m being ripped to pieces but he doesn't care.
Labels me ‘different’ and lets me tear.
I can cry and I can scream,
I can wish and I can dream,
But there is no more trust,
Now only rust
And I will cry,
As the days pass by.
I found this, in my old things. It's about when my best friend and I got in a fight. He and I have made up, but I still think it's a sad poem.
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