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Merci mon amour, ma haine, mon jamais été, mon s..
A Poem by
Sarah McKeever Hitt
For breaking my heart For trying to tear me down For stabbing me in the back For telling me I couldn't do it For telling me I wasn't worth it For..
exposed
A Poem by
Sarah McKeever Hitt
In the darkness the lies are lost sin exposed for what it really is an honest exchange of love Fogs cover the exposed scars and we become each oth..
Happy Saturday.
A Poem by
Sarah McKeever Hitt
Something fantastic traces my senses elicit affair ever pending Transferring messages telling of secrets keep it in the closet forever. N..
Tragedy
A Poem by
Sarah McKeever Hitt
This is about coming to grips with haunting demons that were misuderstood from my past.
Burning
A Poem by
Sarah McKeever Hitt
The fire burnsif only this late at night The images of your eyes on my body Tripping the switches that dim the lights and sparking the scraps you l..
Waging and raging
A Poem by
Sarah McKeever Hitt
What is this war we are fighting? It makes no sense to me. I rally my allies and I can't stop thinking. Was it something I said that started this ..
lights dancing on my ceiling
A Poem by
Sarah McKeever Hitt
The day stripped to silence and darkened walls My empty room resting in peace. At last a moment to put my weary mind at rest. And then I hear your..
seeking
A Poem by
Sarah McKeever Hitt
Destined for greatness . Chosen by the unseen to change tides. Fascination abound as I move, treading ever so timidly forward. My words take a c..
Don\'t make me tell you
A Poem by
Sarah McKeever Hitt
Stop trying to make me tell you I can't and there is no way that can change Things are not that simple anymore and there is nothing I can do. All ..
Freshly cut
A Poem by
Sarah McKeever Hitt
My ever needing of closure opened another door. This time you were behind it. My gratitude topped the charts. Your mystery came in a close second..
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