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There are stories in your eyes.

I never told you how
sometimes I fell asleep
with the thought that you
were perhaps the moon-

always disappearing
with the dawn.
I would awake with
nothing
but the shape of you
on my bed and the
gloom of you on
my skin.
 Oct 2014 theinvincible
Anna
I think I change
"what I want to be when I grow up"
so much because
I'm not sure if
I'll let myself live that long.
god this is melodramatic. Way to go, anna. Great first poem on here, you *******.
They say
to follow your dreams
and achieve it.
That's when I started to follow
and achieved you~
This is just something I felt like putting.
For once it's not sad.
In reality I have followed,
but hadn't achieved you.
Not yet at least.
 Oct 2014 theinvincible
Raven
theres an unrest about my
head
about my
skin
a buzzing in my
lungs
in my
knees
a longing in my
fingers
in my
heart
I don't know what it is,
and that is precisely the reason why I am living...
This life is the disguise of the divine.
Had we known the destination,there wouldn't have been any inertia...
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