Every word
that escapes my lips
leaves me feeling dull,
foolish, and ill equipped.
I have nothing truly
important to say if you're
not part of my everyday.
Down my throat I swallow words
scratch welts into my vocal cords.
Without you, everything
else just leaves me bored.
I could write volumes about
your eyes, your lips, your hands
around my hips.
Your smile inspires symphonies
your breath on my breath
brings me to my knees.
But my words falls short without
you to hear how very much I love you
and want you near.
People can't feel what I feel,
understand how you move me to
such beautiful words. Your eyes
don't speak to their heart as
they do mine, they don't know
what I know, that you're one
of a kind.
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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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