PoetA Poem by Sam Harty
you say I am a poet
I tell you I am nothing you say I craft words I tell you I build nothing you look confused imagine how I feel that with a mere smile the raise of an eyebrow you push the words right onto me that's right don't you see now I am your paper you are 1000 words waiting to be written 100 feelings waiting to be had I lay myself bare to you an empty page just awaiting the spill of your ink. ©SamHarty
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StatsAuthorSam HartyNew Orleans, LAAboutPoet since age 7. I love words. You would think as many times as words have wounded me I would hate them but really I respect how words can be a blanket or a sword. more..Writing
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