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Ann Oct 2018
sometimes
                                          she woke                                        
up

only to see
    p, i, e, c, e, s
of
someone
whom
she
no longer
felt herself
with.

days were
hard
nights longer.

she fell asleep
again after
so
long

to a place
where she
was

found ||
|| accepted
happy ||

sometimes
she dreamt
of

what would have
happened
if she
stayed?

pretending
who she
never
e v e r
was.
Ann Oct 2018
I don't have much
hope left. I wish
you knew
it.

|yet|

you
never
fail to
disappoint
me.

|don't know|

how much longer
I'll wait
for

you or
even
us.
Ann Oct 2018
b r e a t h e
he says

i open my eyes
barely recognizing
all those people around me

he takes my hand,
the familiar touch of it
a tingling sensation
making my heart do a tiny, little dance
a smile creeping up in my face

b r e a t h e
he whispers.


it’s all going to be okay.
Ann Sep 2018
empty
mornings.

the
thought
of you
hits me
the hardest
that time.

wake up
sit back
stare outside

think
about
you for
a min.

wake up again.

this time

reality.
Ann Sep 2018
on somedays

poetry speaks to me

maybe
those are
the days
where emotions
lie highest within me.

on other days

I try to read
appreciate some
find an inspiration.
I think I'm having a writer's block rn.
Ann Sep 2018
tiny houses
big dreams
best friends forever
we promised it all.

                                  ^^          ^^^
/\     /\                    \           / /
  -        -                       \  /   / /
||      ||                     \ \ / /
||      ||                      |      |
||      ||             ­         |      |
||      ||                      |      |
wwwwww­wwwwwwwwwwww
                                                    ­                                 tiny houses
                                                                ­                     again.

                                                         ­                            do you still
                                                                ­                     remember them?
                                                           ­   d r e a m s    which we
                                                              ­                      talked about a long
                                                            ­                        time ago.

                                                           ­                          tiny houses
                                                          ­                           big dreams
                                                          ­                           best friends forever.

                                                       ­                         but hey,
                                                                ­                 you know what          
                                                                ­              we made it all.

                                                           ­           we did
                                                             ­          o n c e  in our tiny heads.
There's a house, a tree and oh that's grass! (which I hope you can figure it out)
Ann Sep 2018
told me his name rhymed with Robert.

never did
tell me
he would
fade
                         a w a y.

and soon the
only memory
which I'll ever have
would be the way 
   
he touched
my soul
one summer night.
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