Sarah McKeever Hitt
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I love the way you sound.A Poem by Sarah McKeever HittI love the way you sound Beat after beat of my heart Like your song is named for me Making the world dance for us. I love the way you sound Wor.. |
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passive passion of a smileA Poem by Sarah McKeever HittYour fingertips on my palm Eyes on my sin Passive passion of the smile You gave when the world changed. It changed in a thunder boom second Which.. |
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Unwritten and slow but more perfect than notA Poem by Sarah McKeever HittIt takes some time To be free and sane Moments can stretch for decades Turning hellos into novels Making the handshakes of strangers Into handc.. |
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May passion find youA Poem by Sarah McKeever HittMay passion find you Gripping your heart strong Bring in blinding light Actualize your dreams And grant your every wish. Let abundant glory be .. |
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Clinical approachesA Poem by Sarah McKeever HittClinical approaches Fall deep in the soul When I see your eyes As I am at peace When the light shines I fall into promises made Between your h.. |
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Can I find that in you?A Poem by Sarah McKeever HittIt is true Unbridled and free Held back and limited Careless and careful Forever written in pencil. Hand extended and welcoming A paradox in .. |
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Shall the lightening strikeA Poem by Sarah McKeever HittShall the lightening strike Stand firm because I can feel you The fallout scathing But my lips will heal your burns Wounds fresh and scarring G.. |
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Lunar conclusions from the girl with hair like the..A Poem by Sarah McKeever HittI have come to the conclusion That you must be the moon There is a mystery in those eyes And I am captivated Unable to look away in the darkest.. |
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Painted facesA Poem by Sarah McKeever HittThe people around you held their faces behind masks Painted beautifully White porcelain and gold leaf Ruby red lips and blushing cheeks They hop.. |
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Filled with recourse and sinA Poem by Sarah McKeever HittIf I ever loved before It was a dirty sort of love Filled with recourse and sin Hidden from the world Waiting patiently in my diary For post mort.. |