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it only takes a crack of light
to write of her, my true delight.
to recount the times she was near.
to paint a picture of her, my dear.
to pen poems about so rare a beauty
seems more a privilege than a duty.
it only takes a crack of light
to write of her, my true delight.
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About the Creator
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Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me
Rule #4
Rule number four, pay attention to the details, never settle for a man because he buys you retail. How he treats you when he has nothing tells you everything he entails. The man in the mirror he hasn’t faced, no resells. He recalls information as if it was a transcription, gives you false hope as if you’re his last mistress, messages go unread, kids go unfed, but his team is full of bad bitches. He benches you, without pressing. Yet, you’re trying out for the team, with no directions. The questions that lingers in your head, self worth no questions. He’s already answered them, no repetition, the replies he made with the lies he changed, over the course of history, you stay hoping he changes. New face same victim, the vulnerable and innocent, robbing you of your sense of peace because your love was pure innocence. The scenery he creates, the masks he wears to fake, just because he’s dressed in designer doesn’t he doesn’t pay, the price you gave up, until he got his change up. He ran around town dragging your name through the mud. Rule number four dont sweat the small shit, details reveal why he can only fail, and the more he tries, rock bottom will be his sounders call again. A man’s best friend, weakened by the threshold of a woman building outside of his confinement. Lesson number four be refined then, gather yourself, don’t fall victim out of alignment. Walk in your purpose and let him find it. Better yet, boss up and get a man who found his. Rule number four never settle for less, just because he got a bank roll doesn’t mean it’s respect. Learn your lessons like taking L’s on the leader board, lead in all your ways and remember rule number four. How he treats you is a reflection of him, what you allow is the mirror you face, don’t be defeated by the makeup you chase.
By Charelle Landersabout 2 hours ago in Poets
Comments (4)
Such a cute poem!
Beautifully romantic. Well done, Sam.
Beautifully-penned!
I envy people who write on the laptop in bed. I have to be at a desk to write on my laptop. Great poem to convey your feeling about your laptop