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Anna Huynh Poem
He had glaring cold blue eyes
That I knew I was going to miss
Some blues are clear and so alive
But none compare to his
I could not read his like a book
I was blocked off by a wall
Maybe it was my heart he took
I could not read him at all
I tried to find things I could look to
When he was not around
I searched and searched and for so long
Those colors were unfound
I have stared out at the ocean
From both under and above
Those swirling shades of denims, jades
Were not the blue I loved
I silenced all my hopes again
And locked them in my closet
I watched, entranced, as water ran
From every rusty faucet
And the ocean I returned to
Hoping colors changed with days
Greener hues and darker blues
No, it all felt like it was grey
Then I finally looked up from the sea
Directly to the sky
Recognition dawned on me
I found my heaven for the first time
Feathered all across the blue
Were cotton candy clouds
I took so long to look and look
But his eyes have now been found
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She thought that he loved her
She thought they were fine
Didn’t know they were broken
Didn’t know she was blind
She believed in forever
She believed all his lies
Didn’t know what would sever
Didn’t know he was mine
He made promises that he knew
He’d never keep
Used to sneak out at midnight
Knowing she was asleep
Now he’s sitting in ruins
Since he’s lost all his worth
I despised keeping secrets
And he had lost me first
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The cold gnaws at blue fingertips
But not right by the fire
I’ll act like I am serious
To swear I’m not a liar
The bottom of a swimming pool
Is where I go to think
To cease to breathe would end my duel
But I won’t drown in a drink
The screaming of the glaring fire
Tells me it is my turn
I stand and stare, I do admire
But I’m afraid to burn
I love but will not fall in love
For things that fall will break
But we are nowhere near enough
And realized that too late
You mean the solemn words you say
Still I avoid your eyes
Exaggerations, complications
I’ve sworn to not tell lies
If you tell me that you love me
And I’m all that you desire
Just know I can not say the same
For I swear I’m not a liar
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I thought I liked the broken;
It turns out I thought wrong.
Sad stories sounded golden,
But you’re a happy song.
I thought I liked the sadness,
But his tore me apart,
And all you bring is madness,
But you’re a piece of art.
I thought blue eyes appealing,
But his made me rethink.
You’re somehow so intriguing,
And into you I’ll sink.
I thought I liked his purpose,
But miserable was I.
You make me feel so worth it;
I like feeling alive.
Copyright © Anna Huynh | Year Posted 2017
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At first it was light and at first we were gold
At first we both thought we would never grow old
Convinced we were destined to love and forget
Before all went dark and and we learned to regret
We fell out of a love that we thought was a hole
I lost who I was and found you growing cold
The things that you told me stopped making me smile
It turned out that forever was only a while
We thought we would fly but we couldn’t hold on
We couldn’t remember the sounds to our songs
Now I lie alone in a bed that’s too cold
Reminiscing on memories that have gotten too old
I should never have left but it’s too late to speak
You were all that I wanted and what I thought I’d need
But if I did return there would only be pain
Where the past is the present I cannot remain
I’ve been wiping off the glass with a dirty rag
Hoping it’ll clean but it just starts to scratch
Should have wished on the stars but we didn’t know how
For we thought we were different and refused to bow
But we learned as we sat in your old rusty car
That we couldn’t drown sorrows in a reservoir
So I sit here in silence with no need to cry
I look at my scars but I’m holding a knife
Copyright © Anna Huynh | Year Posted 2016
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Cold like the caress of summer rain
Cold like the rhythm of hidden pain
Cold like the soft white winter snow
Cold like the places you wish you could go
Cold like the bitter whispered words
Cold like the sharp turn of a curve
Cold like what sets my mind at ease
Cold like the way I think of me
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