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February 11th

I like June better than July
I like ‘20 more than ‘23
I like overthinking and dance parties 
and how the sun rises in the east

If you only knew how much I cried when you said goodbye
Maybe you would have stayed a little bit longer then in her bed that night

But you never said you were loyal
You never said you didn’t lie
You never said you’d lose the game
But you kissed my head goodnight?

So why is the grass greener for you
While I’m stuck in the dark
I guess I should have found something better to do 
then drive you home that night

Copyright © Anon Po | Year Posted 2023



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The Devil Down In Georgia

I’d like to meet that devil down in Georgia 
‘cause I met one from California 
and we sure as hell don’t talk anymore

He had eyes as dark as sin
and the most contagious little grin
but I bet his mama don’t know where he’s been

So I’ll be the one to say 
run, boy, run 
and don’t you dare come back again
No, child, no 
That’s devil’s got a hold
and you deserve a house where the sun don’t set

‘cause the devil down in georgia might hold on a little longer 
and not lie about who is in his bed

He’ll play his fiddle 
and we’ll laugh and sing a little
about how he’s the best that’s ever been

Copyright © Anon Po | Year Posted 2023

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Figment

I want to but I can’t
I should but I won’t 
I had it but I lost it
Who knew it’d be gone in the blink of an eye
Just as fast as it stopped by

As if it was some figment of my imagination 

Gone like those before
Broken when they left
Shattered heart turned comotose

I don’t want it but I could
I shouldn’t but I will
I lost it ‘cause I never actually had it

For it was all just a figment
Just like you

Copyright © Anon Po | Year Posted 2023

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Insecurity

Instead of monsters under my bed 
- they stare at my face in the mirror 

At what point does a child become the direct descendant of a wound breed from insecurity.  

A world that preaches love is this almighty being that comes to everybody. 

The same world that writes the script for a judging mind yet screams to erase.

But what if I’m different?
Easy to like, but only under certain conditions. 

But what if it’s me?
Easy to want, but hard to hold. 


For who decides these monsters for me? 

Why does it feel as if I’m choosing the monsters that crawl under my bed?

I don’t want them!



But I suppose you can never tell where the monsters will hide. 



Copyright © Anon Po | Year Posted 2025


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