poetry

Poems & poetic prose inked by hanaknight.

getaway

hood snow white, eyes electric blue.

the correct answer, not the right one.

He was always there waiting—
for nights when she needed to run away from;
for nights she wanted to run away with.

the sun was always too glaring.
he looked at her like she was lightning.

And the world could melt with his embrace.,

How do you wait?
(frustrated, tired, annoyed)
(a bubble, safe haven, nomadic)

Why do you wait?
(because the world seems to drown you in thorns,
so I want to shower you in pearls)

because feelings are first

and maybe that has to only be when the world sleeps.

Sabrina Hartono