Biography of Silverinna Annastasia
I became a poet when I was just a little girl. When I learnt more about words I mixed them with my feelings and some people say they are beautiful. And I hope they are.
Silverinna Annastasia Poems
I seen angels' cry, angels' die, angels' fallen down. I seen a few here, a few there, but never in town. Until I saw you, you're coming through, you're smiling at me. Now I know, it's not for show, now I truly see.
Who am I meant to be? What am I suppose to see? When I look in a mirror I see a blur. How do I get rid of this thing that stirs?
He turns away, and I cry. I run to him, yes I try. He leaves me alone with a shard in my heart. This man has torn me apart.
I see the angels take him away, take away his soul. Gone. Forever he is gone. No longer will I his smiling, child-like face, no longer will I hear his contagious laughter, no longer will I feel his small child hand within mine.
If You Could Change It (Would You Change...
You were born without a mother, You were born with a cruel older brother If it could change, Would you change it?
My Fantastic Friend
He is goofy, but caring. He loves his jokes, but comforts me when I need him to. I love his deep, yet, soft voice. I love the way he laughs, because his happiness makes me happy.
Standing on a hill, watching the sun burn a brilliant gold. The wonders never told. She feels the suns rays on her fair cheeks and she smiles. She came from far away to be here, she travelled miles.
He's running. He cannot stand it. The screaming. The crying.
The Con Artist
Her anger is sharp, her anger is true. And she's coming after you. You lied, you cheated, you broke your promise to her. And now you are going to suffer.
He looks into my eyes. Suddenly I smile and blush. My heart suddenly shy's. He laughs and lifts up my chin with a soft, strong hand.
Loving you always hurt me, but I could never stay away. At first you pushed me away, but then you opened your arms to me. It was easy, at first, because you let things sway. But your true colours began to show and now I see.
Loving you always hurt me, but I could never stay away.
At first you pushed me away, but then you opened your arms to me.
It was easy, at first, because you let things sway.
But your true colours began to show and now I see.
You are the flame, and I am the moth.
Your flames were the brightest and I became your attraction.
I became your small, defenceless moth.
And I was too slow for a reaction.
I burned in your fire.