Poems from Hannah97
I am the storm that's come to pass
with rhythm, grace and poise
over broken glass
watching the little girls and boys.
I see the wounded...
There are moments that are clear
And there are moments that are clouded
By self-doubt and practicality.
Usually an abundance of the latter...
The tree outside my bedroom window is a pervert.
Its leaves have peeping eyes, I know it.
But then again, it is us that watch the leaves...
Sometimes I want things to move in slow
Motion.
Intimate moments
Solitary moments
Sunlit moments.
When the sun reflects of of your...
What more could she do
The girl with the pretty green eyes.
She leaned against the pillar on the platform
Her platform combats planted...