Anny B Poems

I am grateful that I woke up
I am grateful for the rain
I am great for the sun
I am grateful for all the things I can see with my eyes
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Dad taught me how to skip stones on the water
He taught me how to write a song
If I find something
I cannot describe with words
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Turning graveyards into gardens
That's how it felt
Blood on my scars
Was so sweet
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What was that luscious dream
You've cherished trying to keep in ur trembling hands
And swallows with bloody taste of the first beam on sun
And now you're choking on air
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Slow night
Insomnia is my most frequent visitor
We sit together on my bed
And dream
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What am I running from?
What is it im so afraid of facing
Try to keep the paces
What for these tears are wasted
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These are just things I will remember
Dancing in the rain with the rhythm of the
autumn
Little notes left on my phone
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