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I write poetry in my sleep because you only visit me in my dreams.

Ana Dee

You want to taste my ruby lips but fear they’ll leave a mark. Loving you is trespassing, forbidden access to an insecure heart.
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Fear Heart Insecurity Leaving Lips Myself Taste Yourself
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
I used every color on my palette to bring you back to life. Now you paint the most beautiful rainbows in someone else’s skies.
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Beautiful Break Up Heart Broken Life Myself Sky Trust Yourself
If this love is going to break me, at least make my suffering sweet. I want to know what you taste like in sweltering summer heat.
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Break Love Myself Suffering Summer Taste Yourself
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
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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Beautiful Deep Myself Search Stars
I write to feel closer to you.
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Feeling Myself Poet Writing Yourself
You are a waterfall of a woman. It’s no wonder why you’re always ready to spill.
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Water Woman Wonder Yourself
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
Everyone chases fairytales and magic until love becomes an illusion.
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Deep Fairy Tale Illusion Love Magic
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
Rain over me. I’ll still set like the sun for you.
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Myself Rain Sun Yourself
I watch in silence as day turns to dusk as our love turns to dust.
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Love Myself Ourselves Silence
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 dream about the lover I wish I had, and all the ways I could be touched by him.
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Dream Love Myself Romance Sex Touch
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

I write poetry in my sleep because you only visit me in my dreams.

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I write poetry in my sleep because you only visit me in my dreams.

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