Poem That Hannah Wrote

[bemyrainfall]

Hey baby, won't you look at me?
Standin' here I feel so free.
So Proud of these looks I call so fair;
My heart's a'driftin' in the air.

Your green green eyes are way too still;
the burning flames have come to chill;
black roses are gunna wither and die;
Goodbye to your fumes, I was so high.