She leaves bruises
like galaxies on my heart.
I look at her, feeling
the distant stars in her eyes,
pulling me into her orbit.
Is the fact that I'm falling
for her any big surprise?
She leaves constellations
branded on my soul
being in her orbit is my
only goal.
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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