Hannah West

Hannah West Mar 2011

Get out

Go.
Just leave my mind.

I wish I never met you,
So I wouldn't have to hold back the tears now,
As I look at how she changed you.

Get the **** out
Of my heart!
You've over stayed your welcome.
I want you gone.
I wanna stop wasting my time loving you.
But I want you so badly.

I can't figure out how to get you out.
I can't tell you to go.
You've already seemed to have left on your own
But that boy who I fell for is still there.

He encourages me to stay.
He tells me I'll have him someday.
He tells me to keep striving.
He tells me it's going to be okay.
He tells me not to forget about him.

And it's not him who says it,
It's his personality,
It's his old words,
It's just him existing that tells me to hold on.

So who do I listen to?
The ******* who can't last forever?
Or the one I fell in Love with who must return someday?

Hannah West Mar 2011

A Limerick

I wish I was older.
I wish I was a little bit bolder.
I wish you were single.
I wish you'd come and mingle
With a single who wishes she was older.

Hannah West Mar 2011

One boy; One girl

One Boy
One Girl.

One healed heart.
One never been touched.

One new friend.
One new hoping-to-be-his-new-girlfriend.

One with a crush.
One in Love.

One with an interest.
One with none.

One in Love.
One already there.

One out of it.
One who still cares.

One with another.
One without.

One forgetting about her.
One can't live without him.

One maybe committing a sin.
One wishing to begin.

One losing interest.
One losing her appeal.

One not knowing how he feels.
One wanting to tell him everything.

One not caring;
One who wants to be daring.

One ignoring,
One's eyes full of tears.

One happy.
One will be sad for years.

[First line: Him]
[Second line: me]

[First line: Him]
[Second line: me]

[Etc.]
[Etc.]

Hannah West Mar 2011

Rest in Peace, Micheal.

What is death, really?
A fear?
A want?
Some people find death living life and drinking beer.
Some people find death writing a note in a sad font,
And a body to prove it.
But some don't chose it;
They accept it.

Death is scary;
Death is fear;
For Micheal,
He knew his death was near.
The boy was strong,
Yes indeed.
He might have been afraid
And the family did get paid
To save the young boy
From the cancer he fought for,
For so long.
But I think he always knew,
He wouldn't make it
And his family wouldn't take it.

I once heard
He used a wish,
For his family not miss
Out on special things,
Things he'd want
But he had a fight that he fought.
He fought well
But soon lost
The cost may have been high
But I'm glad we all tried.
Though I think the boy is at his peace
Knowing we will all honor him.
We know he tried his best
But you just can't fight off death.

So Goodbye Micheal
A good fight you put up indeed
But now you just need
To Rest in Peace.
As God intended
In a beautiful place we named Heaven.

For a boy who recently died from Cancer in my school

Hannah West Mar 2011

"I hate you."

She blushes deeply,
As she gets real close.

Her face an inch apart from his,
His mind races.
He doesn't know what she's doing.

He blushes a little,
And gets really nervous.
She's going to kiss me.
He thinks.

She gets a little closer;
His heart pounds in his ears;
She takes a deep breath;
He ***** in his;
She goes to speak,
And she finally says,
"I hate you."
And quickly moves away.

This one was just for fun :3

Hannah West Mar 2011

What some Dreams are made of.

They gaze into each other's eyes.
He looks at the damage he caused.
She looks at the boy she belongs with.

They lean in close,
They know it's wrong,
But she's waited for this much too long.

Their lips meet,
For a passionate kiss;
She sure will miss this.

They pull away slowly,
He's realized what he's done.
She wants to scream in horror.

Did that really just happen?

"I'm sorry."
She speaks quickly.

He doesn't know what to say.
He'd committed the thing he never dreamed to.
Cheating.

They're heads rest upon each other,
One hand on another,

Her heart beats in her ears;
He stares at the floor,
Considering walking out the door.

But she opens her eyes,
Leaving the story left unsaid,
As she imagines it all,
While lying in bed.

This one, is actually not based on a true story >.>
<.<

Hannah West Mar 2011

Like the old days.

I wish life was like the old days.
When Love was real
And Lust didn't exist.
When you'd communicate by love letters,
And not cell phones.
When a kiss on the hand meant so much.
When boys and girls didn't, "Hook up."
They just loved each other.
When parents didn't have to hate your boyfriend,
Because he wouldn't be an *******; He was a real gentleman.
He'd treat the girl right.
And then boy would ask the Father for permission to take the girl's hand in marriage.
It'd be wrong to steal a kiss or two but they might anyways
Man, I wish life was like the old days.