• Hannah Flowers

hold a candle at my own vigil the death of an ego once the old persona has lifted, where does it go? i’ve bought flowers i’ve held roses i’ve had mountains made of gold nothing ever longed for sweetly as the smell of your cologne for i have been known and i have seen the backroads and so it goes, on it goes universe quid pro quo i would rather never take hold of this feeling centuries old but it has touched me, infinitely affecting my own prose

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when you're ugly too

you have a monopoly on beauty but i love you when you're ugly too you had a bad day and you relapsed and now you're crying in my room you keep telling me you're sorry don't know why you act the way yo

severed.

ignoring all of my friends such an easy hole to fall in my giving nature is treasure to such a humble beggar when i keep some of myself to myself, i get greedy forget my table manners do not cherish,

i wish you were a ghost

sometimes i wish you were a ghost so this haunted feeling made any sense in the words that drip from the pen i find your silhouette staring back yet you walk among the living still sow your seeds and