Thursday, June 20, 2013

You tell me

you count your freckles

so do I

your favorite smells is grass after rain

mine too

you can't bear to write in books

same here

you don't stop missing people

we are the same

you only drink coffee black

pass me a cup

your dream home is here.

yes.

9 comments:

  1. i'm crying.
    is that weird?
    gosh, this is gorgeous, hannah.

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  2. awe! how nice. it's like those times when you meet a person and you're like "say what?! i thought i was the only one!" (c.s. lewis.)

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  3. ahh resonate and love this so much

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  4. L to the O to the V to the E. :) this.


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  5. connecting with others is such a gem and something i almost want to leech onto when that connection is discovered. this poem is lovely. :)

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  6. this is so gorgeous. i love your words, and how you put them, so much!

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  7. good golly gracious woman. is there anything you can't do? beautiful.

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  8. I love how you formatted this. I think finding my "other half" will be like this: like a piece of my soul somehow was born into someone else's body. :)

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