Come to
my window
have a glass of wine
you must see that
I think of you almost
all the time.
-o-
Join me
in the garden
come sit and talk awhile
and I'll try to hide the fact
of what you're doing to me
with your smile.
-o-
Stay awhile
but I warn you
never touch my hand
because then everything
I'm feeling you'd suddenly
understand.
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Thanks for reading! - Sam
About the Creator
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Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me
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