Submissions by hannahmae
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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The wind holds my hand
A wandering soul,
Surprise is my plan.
The breeze sets me free.
The only thing I need
Is my mind and my feet.
A wandering soul,
Surprise is my plan.
The breeze sets me free.
The only thing I need
Is my mind and my feet.
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It Doesn't Matter.
It doesn't matter.
He doesn't matter.
Nothing matters, because to him,
It doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter
That when I hear his name, my gut still aches.
It doesn't matter
that the girl he is with I wish was really me.
It doesn't matter
that I know these feelings might actually be fake.
It doesn't matter
that I'm obsessed with an idea and not what I really see.
It doesn't matter
that every time I get close to uncaring, the picture of us
(the one where we're content just staring at each other, or maybe the one where you're...
He doesn't matter.
Nothing matters, because to him,
It doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter
That when I hear his name, my gut still aches.
It doesn't matter
that the girl he is with I wish was really me.
It doesn't matter
that I know these feelings might actually be fake.
It doesn't matter
that I'm obsessed with an idea and not what I really see.
It doesn't matter
that every time I get close to uncaring, the picture of us
(the one where we're content just staring at each other, or maybe the one where you're...
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