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Desperate for answers, I go searching in the stars. I ask them: on a scale of one to catastrophe, how beautiful would they say we are?

Ana Dee

Lost in the space between friend and lover. I am and none of these things.
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Friendship Lost Love Myself Space Worth
We commit vanishing acts when things get too close. We flirt like lovers and love like ghosts.
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Act Commitment Flirty Ghost Love
I watch in silence as day turns to dusk as our love turns to dust.
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Love Myself Ourselves Silence
I’ve got the midnight blues in the middle of the afternoon – the side effects of missing you.
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Fall In Love I Miss You Love Myself Relationship
Tell me I’m your sweet thing so I can simmer in sweet dreams tonight.
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Dreams Fall In Love Myself Night Relationship
Words have taken hostage of my tongue. All the things I’m too afraid to say collect like volcanic ash in my lungs. Vulnerabilities bleed on paper but leave my mouth – never.
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Afraid Collection Leaving Myself Vulnerable Word
I write to feel closer to you.
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Feeling Myself Poet Writing Yourself
I hope you get everything you pray for. I just pray it isn’t me.
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Hope Myself Prayer
Rain over me. I’ll still set like the sun for you.
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Myself Rain Sun Yourself
You are the thunderstorm warning and I’m dancing in acid rain.
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Dance Love Myself Rain Relationship Storm Yourself
Grasping for empty promises creating hazards in the dark. Leaving a mess we can’t clean up all in the name of love.
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Creation Darkness Empty Leaving Love Name Promise
Static heart. Work of heart. Purify me with a dirty tongue.
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Heart Myself Romance Tongue Work
If there’s still hope for the hopeless, there must be hope for us.
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Hope Love Relationship
I imagine myself cold as ice falling into your open arms. Everyone says it’s beautiful where I am but I’d rather be where you are.
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Beautiful Cold Imagination Myself Yourself
Play me a symphony of love with your tongue. It doesn’t have to be romantic.
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Love Music Myself Play Romantic Sex Tongue
I kiss the skies, set the sun in my eyes and swallow up the streams. I swear to god, I only feel alive in my most ludricious dreams.
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Alive Dream Eyes Feeling God Kiss Myself Sun

Desperate for answers, I go searching in the stars. I ask them: on a scale of one to catastrophe, how beautiful would they say we are?

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