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Hannah
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All of her strings have broken.
As if by the hand of God,
The tension builds,
As we sit idly by...
Wanting, cheering, screaming
Until that final string snaps.
Left behind are the skins
Of the girl who loved to cry.
Curling and blowing in the wind,
Under the blind lovers watchful eye
Who wanted the girl
Who wanted to die.
Sinking into tea cups from tear ducts,
That love had once inhabited,
Lathering her slick lips,
With what never should have been.
We could have all done something.
They're leaving town.
Else wise they'll drown.
The smooth echo of her voice,
Her pitch and tone aching with his tongue,
Captured in his open hands.
But he can still taste her lips.
Like no other man.
As if by the hand of God,
The tension builds,
As we sit idly by...
Wanting, cheering, screaming
Until that final string snaps.
Left behind are the skins
Of the girl who loved to cry.
Curling and blowing in the wind,
Under the blind lovers watchful eye
Who wanted the girl
Who wanted to die.
Sinking into tea cups from tear ducts,
That love had once inhabited,
Lathering her slick lips,
With what never should have been.
We could have all done something.
They're leaving town.
Else wise they'll drown.
The smooth echo of her voice,
Her pitch and tone aching with his tongue,
Captured in his open hands.
But he can still taste her lips.
Like no other man.
So, I wrote this at poetry club today. Everyone seemed to like it. It was inspired by the novel Th1rteen R3asons Why by Jay Asher. And the first line is quite reminiscent of a few lines in Papertowns by John Green, although the metaphor is pretty prevalent in Greek Mythology; at least to my recollection.
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Beautiful poem. It fits the character perfectly. <3