People fade
their faces a blur
their voices an echo
like everything else we cease to miss them
we do but the feelings don't run deep like they once did
like everyone else I'm having a hard time remembering you face
The sound of your voice
the way you move
and talk
they will all fade eventually
but the memories we share
is the one thing that won't...
Like a bullet proof vest i have worn mine
like a shield I'm holding mine close to my chest
hold on to yours...
Growing up, all I ever wanted to do was make music, then I grew up just in time to learn I had and still have a terrible voice so I channeled all that strength and energy into writing poems, short stories and articles. And that's what Anzzy's Diary is about.
Thursday, 17 August 2017
Friday, 11 August 2017
HAPPINESS
Sitting
at a corner café
Enjoying
my perfect day
Sipping
an exquisite fruit fresh
While
reading the novel “Stand by me”
Seated
across of me
A
beguiling muse
With
the rainbow in his eyes
And
the day’s newspaper at hand…reading
Noticing
him noticing me
He
makes me think of straight lines and sky blue
Even
if I could
I
wouldn’t ask for anything more…
This
right here is what happiness looks like.
NOT GOOD FOR ME
NOT
GOOD FOR ME…
Too
good to be true
Your
light burns too bright
Your
world moves too fast
Your
company is mesmerizing
Your
presence so overwhelming
Your
candor so refreshing
I
cling to your every word like a life saver
I
do as you say no questions asked
Love
speeds up time when you are around
My
walls tall and painted blue
Like
shimmering glue
You
are tearing it down
My
good my bad you take them all
I’m
enchanted by you
And
that’s how I know
You
are not good for me.
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