16/F/iowa Hey! I'm Anna, and I love poetry. I write from experiance and hurt. I write for everything that hurt me and made me happy. 26 followers / 768 words
“No, I saw her. Last night, in a dream. Her face was glowing, she spoke to me. And I saw her too, but she was angry, I can’t help but wonder if she is free.”
I think you think i hate you i don't hate you I could never hate the love of my life even if we dont talk anymore i still love my pretty boy who likes powder blue and plays gutair
"Forever" but that means, eternity I suppose that happiness can feel like an eternity. love is a minefield, be sure to watch your step because at one moment your dancing and the next your legs are gone. I suppose I could have been more literal, I mean who actually lasts forever? I learned the hard way that I ought to be saying Maybe Never.