Poems from HannahFicklin
This land is your land.
Gun shot.
This land is my land.
Gun shot.
From Ferguson Market.
Gun shot.
To Canfield Green...
Sometimes
Laying in bed at three in the afternoon
With my heartbeat pounding through my eardrum
Onto my arm
That my tears fall onto in...
Stop.
Stop like my heart does every time I hear your voice.
Start.
Start like the tears did at the sound of that voice saying goodbye....
They say that it takes the length of a relationship to get over one.
I would personally like to meet said "they"
and punch them in the...
I'd never write a poem about how hard divorces are on the older child.
I'd never talk about how much of a mom I had to be.
I'd never...