She's a thief.
Breaking down
my walls.
Entering every
thought I hold within.
She forged a key,
although I would
have let her in.
She steals my
breath away
walking
into a room.
I can't resist
her, although
I've tried.
Is the fact I'm
falling for her
any big surprise?
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
The Light Turns
It's Tuesday 7:13 a.m. A cold and clear November morning awaits Ray on his morning commute. Ray rubs his hands together in the front seat of his Subaru. He turns the air temperature up, but keeps the air on low until the air warms up. He looks at the backup camera screen and reverses the Subaru out of his driveway onto Trimble Road.
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Comments (6)
That's a nice kinda thief hehehe. Loved your poem!
Captures the heart and how it falls sometimes too quickly…
Nice work . Please check my stories out as well if you get a chance.
Beautifully vulnerable, captures the essence of love’s surprise.
Ah, she stole your heart. Great work! Fantastic poem!
lovely🫂