Ink bleeds from my heart to the page,
these poems penned for love's silent stage.
Every line longing to say, words for your eyes
alone and for love, a gift, I could never repay.
Though you may not love me the same,
my verses remain – forever in your name.
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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