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Anthony Johnson Poem
Who could've known the weight of this smile?
It makes my head and heart hurt for awhile.
So listen, baby girl, while I paint you this picture.
If I didn't have you, my happiness might wither.
I'd be blown away in the wind, taken back by your voice and realize that I'd love for you to be my first and last choice.
Of a person who makes all the pain go away.
A person that makes the sun come out of the gray.
A beautiful person inside and out.
A girl all my own without any doubt.
Copyright © Anthony Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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Anthony Johnson Poem
I can see those words written behind your eyes pleading for sorrow.
The look on your face is begging for forgiveness.
Every tear that has ever rolled down those beautiful cheeks of yours, has been wrongfully torn from the bottom of your weary heart.
You care for someone who cares too little.
I can tell you feel as though you're in too deep but I can help.
So grab my hand and let me reclaim this diamond from the rough.
Copyright © Anthony Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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Anthony Johnson Poem
Spineless swine
That line the street
but should be six feet deep
Dirty old hags cover in rags
These people are simply freaks
Copyright © Anthony Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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Anthony Johnson Poem
It's hard being so clumsy
Always falling for you
Someone who's always got their ballet shoes on
I must have left my dancing shoes at home
Because when I try to tip toe across your mind
I always stumble and land face first in heartbreak
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Anthony Johnson Poem
These hands don't hurt like they once did. When you left, the pain went with you. So did all of the swelling and all of the shifted knuckles and all of the clenched fists late at night when I didn't feel anything other than the urge to throw these hands in the whatever direction the nearest wall may be. These hands. The same hands that used to run through your hair and dance on your skin like a wildfire, trying to show you how much I really care, are now broken. The scars and the lumps are now just a sick and twisted reminder of what could have been. Now look at em.... These poor bastards are now being used to scrape the last drop of feelings that I may have concerning us, onto a piece of paper. Just to make my day better.
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Anthony Johnson Poem
Once I felt this pen run like the the tears on my face, I knew we weren't meant for each other.
So I'll let this ink roll acrossed this paper and just sit here, broken.
Not everything is meant to work out but I guess I'll be fine.
I know you will.
We've lied to each other enough so how much will one more "yes, I'm fine." possibly hurt?
It's completely obvious that I can't make you happy.
So I'll leave you alone just enough to forget me.
Forget me, just like all things that don't matter to you.
Forget me so I know I won't be hurt again.
Isn't it funny how easy it is to forget the things that don't really matter to us?
Copyright © Anthony Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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