Poems from hannah_bubar19
I have a problem .
No, not like a drinking problem,
No, not tying a tube around my arm,
And sticking a needle in the puffiest vain,...
You’ve roamed these halls for 4 years now,
And you’ve heard all kinds of malicious talk,
You should be used to it by now,
But it still...
My Wings
Hannah Bubar
The air,
I’m floating in,
Feeling light,
As a pin.
Flying high in the sky,
Like a bird.
For the longest time,
My...
Something Oddly Beautiful
Hannah Bubar
There’s something oddly beautiful about darkness.
How it turns the spacious sky grey,
and the...
My heart never full;
Always being broken and taped together
by these fools who roam my school's halls,
never thinking with their heads.
Why...