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hannah-hidle
hannah-hidle
25/F
The summer sun shines on your face And I can see you smile And I feel like the luckiest girl To be holding our hand for a while Half the time it feels like I'm the one to hold your heart The other half it feels like I don't even know who you are. And I, When push comes to shove. And I, It's heart to see Invisible Love.
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Apr 16, 2021
Apr 16, 2021 at 1:48 AM UTC
Invisible Love
Sometimes I dig in the past Like toes in the sand searching for the cool damp of the ocean’s kiss I want to feel the things I felt before See the memories like movie screens across my eyes The love that I shared With each and every shining constellation Some brighter than others But pinpoints in my sky The homes that I had The comfort that only exists in the caverns of my mind The joy and the sorrow and the blinding hot pain The mistakes and the triumphs and the life that I’ve made It all considered, I’d never change a ******* day But what day was the best that I had? Which life was the one that was bad Who’s kiss was the one I should of held on to Whose soul was made Of the same parts as mine In the end it’s as insignificant as the seconds that pass by without my notice Nothing at the time, But everything in the end.
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Dec 23, 2020
Dec 23, 2020 at 7:56 PM UTC
Memory Beach
There is music in me Bursting, aching, leaking I'm singing involuntarily Crying like an addict Who hasn't used in months History repeats itself Over, and over, and over A father is always farther How many times Can one dad die I try to strum the chords But my fingernails bleed I try to sing the words Out of my wasted vocal chords But this rotten, useless music Was his to pass down And mine to drown in A heart that feels too much And can't beat a single time Without bleeding on his hands Dripping in his eyes Always blind to see The pain of this consuming me.
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Feb 27, 2020
Feb 27, 2020 at 9:05 PM UTC
Queen of Hearts
At times when mirrors are strangers and freckles under eyes and on hands are shadows or dirt In depths when the heart is a void and the earth is a slippery place In places of hollows and dark are more recognizable than the light that you see and the voices you hear In worlds where memories lie and whisper you home once again Where did I go? What love is this, for no one and nothing and perhaps not even me The past and the future and the present have no boundaries, and mean nothing to me anyway I’m lost, but who is looking for me? If not even myself?
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Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 9:38 PM UTC
Excalibur
Your face is imprinted on my mind Like the sun behind closed eyes Do you feel it? That smolder; that simmer in your gut That tells you that just a glance is not enough I want you taste you, know the flavor of your skin I want to know the frequency of the world you’re living in I see the parallels between us and know they’re true But how it’s hard to start something like this from something new I want to scrub my hands over the stubble on your cheek, Stare into your sea green eyes and make you weak I want to know you as a soul and as a body and as a mind I want to be the girl you wanted to find Can you feel it? In every day, every passing hour The magnetism, the spark The flame that won’t turn sour Maybe it’s an illusion Sand swept away by the sea But I can tell the fire in you Is aflame by the spark in me
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Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 8:27 PM UTC
Like the yellow
Flashbacks Is that what you call them? It’s PTSD Apparently But it feels more like dreams When I slip away And all I can feel is the exact texture of your skin The feel of the dining hall paper cup on my tongue The ginger ale mixed with whatever The sound of the songs we would listen to Over and over Because we loved them We felt the bass in our bones The timbre in our lungs The lyrics reverberated from our throats Everyone else would find this repetitive We found this human To endure through a song that made you feel alive To let it slip around you like water As our bodies submerged into one With no clear end or beginning Of the action or the thought When did our hearts sour When did that action turn evil When did you touch me and have me turn to stone Instead of spark me to life Not willingly, but for survival Like spitting the poison that once was wine I remember those embraces late at night Or in rivets during the day Our faces turned to the mirror My body pressed to the carpet As yours pressed to my skin And we watched each other The animal fire in our eyes The feeling that no one ever would feel this We would never feel this But with each other And never again
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Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 8:48 PM UTC
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
I don't hope I don't pray Because without you dear, You're so far away I've bled my blood I've cried my tears Still the pain don't get better After all of these years Who's gonna stop you now? Now that you're on top of the world Now that she's finally your girl Was it a huge relief? To brush me right off of your sleeve Stop pretending that you really loved me And never have to come clean I guess that's how life really works The naive will always get hurt For playing the games of the broken Which leave you in shame in the dirt And did it feel good all the same? To leave me with all of the blame I knew all along that you loved her So I guess that I cannot complain Fool me once! You love me Fool me twice! You were mine The one thing that I'm at fault for Is waiting all that time Your body was my temple, I worshipped at your feet How could I've known Revelations Would rise up with your deceit If you were my heaven Just let me burn in this hell And if that fire reminds me of you It's better than a million farewells
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Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 9:06 PM UTC
Better Sung In The Dark, All Alone
Two people are sitting at a table in the afternoon, it is winter and cold outside, dark in the room She is dizzy and sad from sipping the flat beer of her own voice He is like a stranger who just blew in she knows, if a man is sand those who walk through the desert are men He is thinking of a stone that flies in the dew of the moonlight, an easy thing for a sad man to do I wonder if it was night and they left together for separate beds in different rooms Would he think of her dress falling down her waist, or would she be in the jungle making plans from the enemy's sleep In a place like this, together, looking into a table wet from its own darkness, What do they need, what can they say?
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Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 8:59 PM UTC
Separate but together
you are new hope for an old soul you set me on fire and cool my bones you've woken me up from quiet, still sleep you made my heart sing where before it would weep there's a beauty in you that I didn't see it snuck in like snow and set my mind free there's nothing careful in us or timid, or mild, instead there is flame unbroken, run wild I am not afraid I will not back down because I am me when you are around
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May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 10:09 PM UTC
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