Poems from hannah5324
As dusk announces its arrival, snaking around trees and spilling across landscapes, I can begin to wash away the paint; the socially...
I don’t like the mail.It frightens me.With its closed envelopes,And its anticipation.But I love your letters.With your return address.And...
Smiles are everywhere,
haunting me, mocking me.
Eyes are dancing,
staring, and seeking.
Colors are floating,
reflecting, and blinding.
A...
She tip toes softly into the black forestso no one can hearher criesbranches tear offher painted on smileripping aparther lieswhispering...
Your hands are at your sides. They lay there limp and lifeless. A bruise rests quietly on your wrist; a purple canvas spilling across your...