Anastasia Denise Johnson Poems

She was groped by the devil
She screwed father time.
She was f****d to a level.
Where her soul became mine.
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Your empty song, lures me in.
And begs me to do a most dangerous sin
Although I deny, You don't accept 'No'
If guilt was a sport, You'd be a pro.
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My hands are empty and starving for love
I'm looking to the heavens, and screaming up above
I'm afraid of a touch, and afraid of affection
I don't know what's love, I can't make connection
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On That Cold October Night

We sat on the swing and listened to the dark
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Fell it burn, feel it slide.
Let it wrap around in side.
Feel it tickle, let it scratch.
Escape the feeling you don't want back.
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it's wednesday again, fight the feeling.
But there's no sense, there's just no meaning.
He makes me vomit, makes me sick.
But if he asks, I'll be there quick.
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I can't help but notice your spirits are dull.
Your smile is crooked, love.
And your eyes drip a sad song.
Smile, dear friend. I've got an ear ready to listen to your woes.
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Remember Bob Marley being drawn on me?
Running through Old Orchard, smelling salty seas.
Smoking in the sand pit
Miranda's lovely quick wit.
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Can't you feel?
Can't you see?
The silver god seducing me?
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Your my crack
And I'm your tweaker
With every touch
I get weaker
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