Hanna Collins

Loved ones leave footprints
on your heart, or so they say,
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Have you noticed how
hard it can be to write a
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Lovingly she caresses the man beneath her,
Fingers gently dancing across his chest,
Swirls and twirls traced along his skin.
‘Neath the moonlight, plays this scene.
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You said that you loved me,
You said that you cared,
You said that you’d listen
And always be there.
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To write is to create,
Let words flow from your pen.
Each letter that forms a word,
Could make someone smile.
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Rain falls from above,
As if heaven itself were crying,
Mourning a loss so great
It needs to spread it’s grief around.
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Tears fall from the sky,
As the clouds all mourn,
A self taken life,
Full of promise,
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The wind whipped through her hair,
As she sat in silence,
Listening to the sounds around her,
Connecting herself to the earth.
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The angel in her ceased to be,
Darkness found her soul,
Filled her with corruption,
Malevolence to the bone.
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Neath the dark sky I wait,
In the cold winter air.
Here I have sat for many an hour,
Waiting for you.
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