With a mere smile,
the raise of an eyebrow,
you pour the words
onto me!
That's right,
I am your paper
you're 1000 words
yet to be written
100 feelings
waiting to be had.
I lay myself bare to you,
an empty page,
just awaiting the
spill of your ink.
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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