Blurry colours and flashing lights.
Dancing under rainy storm clouds.
Brush strokes on your skin.
Hannah- a breathing work of art.
Dance with me, my darling.
Around the kitchen, across the hall, all over the world.
Plane rides and taking sides,
Late night drives to fast food lines.
Your heartbeat is like music to my ears.
Your eyes keep me warmer than the sun.
I could follow you to the ends of the Earth like a compass.
Rain drops slide down the window in tune with all of your favourite sad songs.
You, Hannah, are a sad song.
Beautiful, powerful, and often misunderstood.
Hannah, you are the best melody, the brightest painting, the most precious star.
Read this when the rain is too much, the sad songs too loud.
You are funny.
You are beautiful.
You are strong.
