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You are my poetry
and every word I know.
I can write sonnets
about how your lips
speak to my soul,
and I always seem to
carry you inside me
wherever I go.
--
You are my poetry
lyrical caresses
in my mind.
word spoken
and unspoken,
both horrible
and kind.
--
You are my poetry
hearts and stars
behind my eyes.
loving you so deeply
took me by surprise.
--
You are my poetry
silent though you be,
sometimes saying nothing
speaks volume
to me.
--
You are my poetry
because words mean
everything.
you warm me
in the summer,
and renew me
in the spring.
--
You are my poetry.
loose leaf pages
in the wind.
our beginning,
and alas,
until our bitter end.
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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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