HannahElisabeth

please don't tell her


Notice of absence from HannahElisabeth
Taking a long overdue mental health vacation. I will check in when I can.

A friend of ours said once,

"She loves her friends something fierce"

And yeah, she’d walk through hell and back 

For those she holds so dear

 

She's got this kind of magic 

When she sings her favorite songs

They always sound much better 

Even when the key is wrong 

 

Laugh lines left in ink 

From days of reckless youth

She thought it fun to make me giggle 

While I got a new tattoo

 

Every time I see it

 

I taste red wine 

 

and loving you 

 

I admitted,

After all these years

How she rarely puts on dresses 

But let me tell you,

When she does

Still leaves me absolutely breathless

 

-please don’t tell her-

  • Author: HannahElisabeth (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 20th, 2021 01:46
  • Comment from author about the poem: Still one of my best friends, she'll find this eventually. This woman deserves a trophy for putting up with me for so long.
  • Category: Love
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Comments2

  • L. B. Mek

    wonderful
    whenever I read testimonies to such lasting and nourishing, friendships,
    I can't help, suffering a twinge of jealousy, as they
    depict an exceptionally rare, gifted experience of life
    thanks for sharing, dear Poet

    • HannahElisabeth

      The older I get, the more rare I realize these are. Thank you for reading my friend

    • dusk arising

      Wonderful to have friends who you both enjoy and admire.
      A very personal reveal in your words today.

      • HannahElisabeth

        It truly is, although I'm just now realizing how heteronormative the image options are for love on this platform haha.

        • dusk arising

          I suppose my excuse would be that my life's experience conditioned me to make such suppositions. It's 2021 and society has long accepted same sex relationships and more which I wholeheartedly support from a live and let live point of view. Love is love after all and looking to the persecution of lovers in the not so distant past, to be punished or abused is lunacy.

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