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hannah-amara
hannah-amara
American Hi, I'm Hannah. / The poems on here are mine alone. They may range from love, to depressing things, and anything in between. I play piano and sing, as well as write, but I dont usually share my writing. But I will on here. I hope you like what you read.
I think looking back that this is for the best, Maybe you are bad for me, Or am I bad for you? And tell my something my dear, Did you really beleive me when I said it was fine? Because that was not true. But I have to let it be Neverless I will not cry anymore, but Darling I wasnt ever mad at you. I was hurt. I am hurt. But I cannot hold you anymore. So let it be But if your soul does not long for mine As mine longs for you, Then I cannot make you happy, So let it be You can make the choice to stay. Or the choice to go. Fate holds the answers, So let it be So my love this is my goodbye Perhaps we shall stay friends, Or our paths will part ways. Wherever destiny leads us, Let It Be.
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May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 2:04 AM UTC
An Ode to Love, and to Heartbreak
The moment right before you break. The one where everything closes in. Where time stops, just for a second. And your breath catches in your throat. And then it happens. The first tear slips out. While you rush away, hoping no one saw it. To close the door, and put the headphones in, turning the volume up way too loud. And you cry. Softly at first, but slowly it becomes more violent. Until your entire body is racked with sobs. While your head and thoughts race. With the reasons for these tears. But you pull yourself together, and whipe your eyes. Breathing deeply as you fix makeup. And put a smile back on, one broken and bruised. And push everything else away. While opening the door to face the world again.
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May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 10:27 PM UTC
Broken and Bruised Smiles
Broken heart, Tired eyes. But a smile is her demise. It hides what lies within while her cover grows even more thin. And a tear falls down in the middle of class, That cover now as useful as shattered glass. But she picks up the peices, And puts them in her pocket. Saving them for later, When the demons scream loudest
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May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 7:41 PM UTC
Broken Glass
I can't imagine The descision you face. Choosing between two families. Two sets of friends. Two schools. Something you love, And someone. I may try to understand but I will never really know. And in the end, the choice is yours alone. Four simple words, can change your life forever. I want to stay or I want to go. But tell me darling, where are you truly happy?
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May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 5:29 PM UTC
The Choices We Face