Hi. I'm Hannah. I like flannel and use yolo ironically. I also enjoy parallel sentence structures because who doesn't, right? I should probably have some inspirational thing about myself here but I don't so there you go. Hope you enjoy.
Everyone who’s drinking, is already drunk or sleeping. Everyone who isn’t is just too political to talk to. Another summer evening and the city’s barely breathing. Just ain’t the same… Just ain’t the same without you.
There ain’t no magic in materials, That we whisper in each others ears to make diamonds out of dirt There ain’t no glory in the silken things, glory’s in the hurt And can split your skin from end to end down the center of the earth
I wasn’t joking ‘bout my burial, the backyard’s where I prefer But my landlord wouldn’t like that, I gotta own a backyard first So I’ll keep singing y’all these spirituals and pray it lifts the curse That keeps me chasing ghosts of dreams from funerals to birth in reverse
The waves are louder than a train, crashing down upon his chest He can’t be dragged down like the rest and wait patient just for his death. Taking off his hat he steps and brushes her hair away Kisses her cheek gently and asks her for her name. She bows her head and smiles at feet and takes his shaky hand He has no idea just what she said over the waves crashing in his head.
Pardon me miss, could you blow me a kiss? Last night a couple lovers tossed each other off that bridge. I think I better just call it all quits, I used to run this town but it just ain’t the same place that it ever was.