Hannah Flowers Poetry

there's no celebration without mourning, and vice versa. but it feels wrong, surrounded by cheer to hold back my tears. i'll serve the ca...

sixteen hours never felt so long but eight flow by like a breeze we said we'll wait and see where the wind carries but you know where i'l...

an unexpected error in my programming an oversight, a glitch in my system a skip in my heartbeat unaccounted for, verily i built myself f...