Sarah Hardin Poems

Am I affectionate enough,
when the words escape my mouth?
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The willow tree sways
the breeze dense upon fractured
repentive vows.
He never shocked me into believing,
I just accepted at face value.
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The slope of your shoulders
I once dreaded,
The tip of your tongue
a wave of violence,
rushing towards my heart's core.
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After the death of love
little is left but regret
sometimes
hate and loathing
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I promise not to break
just touch me-
Let the restraints be the reason
to defy your binds!
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