Poems from Anonymous.art
since when did love become a bad thing?
something to hide?
Something someone needs to live without hearing?
Since when did love hurt...
I hate when my crying session ends
because it means I am now one step closer to
getting over you
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on the beach in Hawaii.
you held my hand as we watched the sunset.
But you never told me why you said those sorry words.
it was the day...
My heart calls it trouble when I am depressed.
I'm being told to stop being so loud
to choose better words to say
to influence people the...
One poem after another, I kept adding them to my jar.
One day I want you to come back.
Pick one out of the jar and tell me exactly how...