Hannah Flowerswriting 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
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
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
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