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. AnonymousJune 20, 2013 at 12:18 PM

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

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  2. JoceeJune 20, 2013 at 1:15 PM

    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. Catherine GraceJune 20, 2013 at 3:33 PM

    ahh resonate and love this so much

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  4. MadisonJune 20, 2013 at 11:36 PM

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


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  5. Alexxus K. FarmerJune 21, 2013 at 12:10 AM

    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. UnknownJune 21, 2013 at 9:15 AM

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

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  7. Jenn NoelleJune 21, 2013 at 12:25 PM

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

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  8. petal and plumeJune 25, 2013 at 3:34 PM

    loved this, terribly
    xx

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  9. AnonymousJune 26, 2013 at 11:04 AM

    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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