Anna Rose

memories of your mouth will be my ruin

Music is just a different kind of light.

Sometimes, the words left unsaid, are the ones that tell the story.

more sky than woman
scattered throughout divine realms
celestial dust

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Breaking off tiny pieces of the sky.

We come from the darker parts of the night.

If you have time to watch the moon, you don’t need anything else.

the darkness feels holy
when you meet me
in my dreams

Wonder sparkling through my blood

Two souls that were once one

Outside with the night sky

making me smile is my favorite
love language

But seriously, go sit with the sky

but would you sit outside
in the cold air with me
for a minute
and drink in the night sky
and then kiss me

we make the most beautiful music
when we’re touched the right way

Such a melancholic bliss
Speaking with you again

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haunted by memories at midnight
your fingertips
lingering
like ghosts on my skin

Dreamt of letting go
Dreamt of survival

Stop wanting to skip to the good part and start making the here and now the good part

questioning my sanity one scroll at a time

art is the process of tending your own garden of shadow and light

your laughter lives in my bones

no matter how dark
the heart of autumn
the forest floor is
covered in sunlight

you ever just feel like nothingness
like you aren't here, and you are definitely not over there
it's the most lonely feeling yet beautiful and raw

my goosebumps memorized you

waiting patiently
inside the empty spaces
I save for you

Oh, but I still
hold you
in my dreams

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With every breath, we begin again