Pen pressed upon paper,
Inky veins spread thin.
Written thoughts dispersed to vapor,
Such a predicament I am in.
Its black trail leading me forward,
Creating such an oily stream.
I slowly progressed toward,
This inkling of a dream.
Follow these dreams, printed upon page.
These images sketched before you,
Prepared like your stage.
Go my friend,
To this inkling of a dream.
No enemy can contend,
Against your imagination's team.
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Sorry guys, I haven't had time to update much but now that it's summer I made this little rhyme. Sorry it's short but I hope Y'all like it!
Until next time,
Hannah ♡
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Book of Poems
PoetryThese are my poems, I throw my heart out in rhyme and I hope you can appreciate how much it takes from me. Anyway please check it out and don't be afraid to say hi or share your opinion! Most of these poems will be pretty short but I try to put as...
