Hannysha F: Poems

first

Hannysha F Nov 2014

first

bones wither under pressure
corrode slowly along with a seizure
if i could, i'd put them in a freezer
and pull the strings of my heart with a tweezer

grief creeps upon like a fever
a poisonous contamination you can't deter
infectious almost like a mindless chatter
think again why should it matter

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Hannysha F Dec 2014

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love for me, i suppose
is the way my heart seems to feel
as if it's physically swelling when i think about
someone

and the way my eyes glisten when i look at them
or the way my breath catches
or the way my fingers tremble, sending tingles
to my fingertips

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