Annia Rosa Poems

I know I'm not that old
I know I'm still so young
That doesn't mean I'm not mature
Or that I'm so high-strung
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I once knew a man who knew me quite well
He had curly white hair and a powdery smell
He knew me more than I could ever know him,
And all at once the future seemed ever so grim
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It was a wedding of white
Spattered with red—
The flowers sang celebrations
As the old bell rang
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There's blood on my hands
And it's never enough
There's blood on my hands
And who do I blame?
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That I did her
So will I be done
That I brushed away
So brusquely
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Rain today
It looked so pretty
And I wondered
Why the sky had to cry
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Darling, let's give it a kiss
Maybe that will make it cease
The curses that you hiss
The splatters on your jeans
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She and me,
We made our place
With swinging tires
And high-fly race—
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funny bones, sad bones
doesn'tmakeyouglad bones
sick bones, sleepy bones
doesn'tmakeyouweep bones
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There is a world that I can't see
Behind your eyes
There is a place that I won't know
Hidden in your chest
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