Ana Burnhep

Sitting
Waves rolled
Crashed with contempt
Never washing the dirt
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A happy girl
And a happy man
She so happy to be with him
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How sad it is to be
Someone who refuses to care for me

How barren is your heart
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Not just another victim of statistic
This is not where it goes

Thought he should know
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Divine
Tangled Arms
A wind that carries them on
Approaching secrets
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Dark Almond eyes do penetrate you
Leaving you naked and vulnerable
to her
They unfold and expose
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Clear blue eyes
Muddy as glass
Not like the sea
Take a cut into me
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My head throbbed
Then I slapped my Cheek
As the tears fell onto my lap
Reflection muddled by grey burning glass
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Only a broken heart can know
How lonely it can be at night
The wrestling of the sheets
So starched an uncomforming
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The sun rises above the Vinyards
Bleeding warmth
And promising a new day ahead
To be enjoyed like wine
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Good love can kill you
Empty the life out of your vains
Make you a soldier
In the battle of regret
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Was that wholesome feeling squandered without proper departure?
To realize that these feelings will amply grow,
only to know,
That the grievance of what slipped through,
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She braided her hair

Then laid upon the bed
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There was something so awakening

At that moment
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So desperately she tried to make him understand
That if he sketched her heart
He would draw nothing but a shape
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The sun came without hope
Oil ran into the streets
Formed a mirage of faces that laughed at me
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This untrusting city
Bleeds in Oil
On the concrete
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Why is this heart permitted
to create such a compass in my life?

Why do I sit and suffer
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