Gabbie hanna poems

Perfect Day by Gabbie Hanna

15 years old,no blood on your hands,you still believe that love has no casualties,that daisy petals can provide answers about a heart’s intentions.3 years later and you can’t clean the blood out from under your fingernails,you’ve stopped asking the flowers if he loves you,you know he doesn’t.19 years old,no blood on your hands just burns,from trying to love the sun but you no longer need the warmth,you love yourself and it is finally enough.

adultolescence Gabbie Hanna