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Beat Beat Beat
A Poem by
Sarah McKeever Hitt
Beat Beat Beat thebass beatingloudly faithfully drowning you out of my mind Just for now? Maybe. But for now that is just enough. Grown girls ..
Continuation
A Poem by
Sarah McKeever Hitt
The skin of time felt like silkto us, together held in limbo, until we are deemed ready for love. The dream makers waiting they wrenched their w..
Kiwi love.
A Poem by
Sarah McKeever Hitt
My percentages were raised by the sensation of how right you were for me The graceful way that you tell me what I want you to And how you mean just ..
Take this and put it there.
A Poem by
Sarah McKeever Hitt
Take this and put it there Hold me up against the wall Take my hand and put it on your skin So smooth so hot so dangerous You and me Hallucinati..
Shame in your honor
A Poem by
Sarah McKeever Hitt
That night the stars were on attack waging a war against the dark night sky Brilliantly ablaze, They shone just the way that I like them to . W..
tick tick tick
A Poem by
Sarah McKeever Hitt
Tick tick tick the sound in my head today the days are running quickly from me And the people around me are cheering them on When I stare at heav..
Alarm clock screeching
A Poem by
Sarah McKeever Hitt
I miss someone that I never knew, Not completely anyway I miss his imaginary arms wrapped around me I miss our pretend vacations to Rome And how o..
My father would be ashamed.
A Poem by
Sarah McKeever Hitt
My father would be ashamed If he heard how I talked And it would make my mother blush To know I was her little girl You turned me into a harlot A..
Eighty percent luck
A Poem by
Sarah McKeever Hitt
More than words less than truth eighty percent luck my romance with you. Head against hand steep hill beneath my feet left of alright our sa..
Night
A Poem by
Sarah McKeever Hitt
The trees bent silently Moon drenched landscape weeping Dew covered grass bowing In the presence of you. Transcribed in the starlight My m..
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