• Hannah Flowers

writing poems about you

that i’ll never let you read

making playlists for you

with songs that say what i mean

and never letting you listen

gifting you green tea

when i want to give you roses

lying on a soft patch of grass

and seeing your curves in the trees

clutching the clasp of my necklace

wishing that you’re thinking of me

daydreaming about your laughter

when my joke wasn’t even funny

loving you from the lighthouse

watching my heart sail out to the sea

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(un)holy ground

what once was sacred is cursed perhaps it could be worse the temple at which i’d pray overrun now by this wraith my messiah led me astray that’s what you get with blind faith my friends were also fool

you were a house.

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

candles / spores

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