Hannah

Of papermache and of plaster paints. The hands brush the knobaly railing. -Those hands that are not mine, But borrowed for tonight and the next, Till I become weary of ...

^_^ Let me help some! ^_^ I /love/ this premise. I was sitting on the city bus. I didn't know exactly where I was headed, but I just felt the ...

^_^ Can I help too~ I often wondered if he felt the same way as me, if he laid in bed every night thinking about my smile the way I ...

Mind you I went all the way to my overdue library book records to find the title of this book for you, so there was a bit of effort put ...

Just some input from a newbie~ examining the fingers of the hand that was not hovering over the red pen. This felt a bit awkward to me, as if the ...

Well, I don't really have any mechanical advice to give, but I'm hoping that my reaction might help you and give you an idea as to how your poem sounds ...

Ahaha, I super love this little poem! ^_^ I love it because of the juxtaposition of the age-old topic of stars and the solar system, and how everyone wonders at ...