• Hannah Flowers

i want to be beautiful like you instead of beautiful like me i want my only worries to be hiding the flowers that grow in my heart from the awful buzzing bees i want to wear yellow ribbons because it reminds me of happy things i don’t want to be a sewer rat i don’t want trouble to find me i want to bathe in oil and salts i want to take sugar in my tea i want to find a golden place created by a stranger for only me but milk doesn’t last very long and you can’t live off of honey and i know god much too well to think there’s anything left for me rats are covered in grime and filth my skin has no room for luxury dreams don’t fit into drains this small when i close my eyes i’m not queen i just hope that you’re happy

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can you feel me looking at you? can you hear me whisper to the moon? in the same way i felt you refrain heard the breaking of these chains as i tried to hold onto your frame after i had been an earthq

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you asked me to meet you in a dream yes, i will, i replied swiftly for a moment’s pleasure seems far more important than honesty. have you ever watched a mushroom grow? some have spores which, at nigh