Anna Hardin Poems

You were ripped away just to soon,
Worst than a tycoon.
I felt like a hollow shell of my original self,
To comfort me, all I have is a lonely picture on a shelf.
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You left when I was only two,
you never even knew.
You never saw me grow up.
My need for you is like an empty cup.
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I love the rumble on the ground,
because love has no bound.
As you run towards my way,
for your morning hay.
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His eyes are blue,
His smile is beautiful, too.
It reflects the sun, to beautiful to see,
Yet he knows nothing of her, nor me.
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I am despair.
I wonder how people could be happy at such desperate times.

I hear people crying.
I see people dying.
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She paints a pretty picture,
But her story has a twist.
Her paint brush is her razor.
Her canvas is her wrist.
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Another endless night.
Just have to put up a fight.
Can't sleep,
trying, I'll have to keep.
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So black like the night,
so gentle and sweet.
Nose plain and white,
It will make you smile.
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Little bunny, I set you free.
Little bunny, go and be.
Little bunny, go away,
please come back another day.
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I tap on my desk,
Click-Clack.
Trying to get your attention, but instead you look down,
to ignore me after that.
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