Sarah McKeever Hitt > Writing | WritersCafe.org

In dark purple lights and whiskey breath and smoke screen imaginations I see that no matter what I think, I am still missing my soul Beat the drum ..

The sparkles in my eyesMake you look like a cartoon prince A king to be. Make a queen out of me. For without you I fear I am commonAnd I believe I ..

Frost they say it's coming to cover the trees and the streets and the windows everything will be cold and new white and frozen sitting in patien..

Maybe I am a dirty girl But all I can think of is the sin Of your eyes burning into my eyes And your fingers sending lightning bolts Down my spine..

I felt it like a earthquake balance thrown and limits reached flesh covered and craving body on body in the dim sunlight Was it but a moment's dre..

I want to take you to a place where rain clouds are purple the wind smells like fresh lit matches and the grass tickles your toes The stars tw..

Dusk and windy outside the purple litroom remains still and peaceful my father holds my hand steady on my feet as a result he leads me to you. Yo..

I smile at the sunThanking for the slight burn I feelIt has your name written all over itLike the truth I can’t erase from my heart.My frank and..

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Thirty mornings in a row I wake with a start Holding my hand out I swear I can still feel your fingers tangled in mine I look I stare and I s..