She leaves bruises
like galaxies on my heart.
I look at her, feeling
the distant stars in her eyes,
pulling me into her orbit.
Is the fact that I'm falling
for her any big surprise?
She leaves constellations
branded on my soul
being in her orbit is my
only goal.
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
Getting Serious About Comedy (Part I)
If I were asked to remark on my life and the childhood that paved some road leading me to this point, I would have to say something about all the funny people who surrounded me for the last 26,872 days (and counting). Somewhere along that road, I became a big fan of laughter and the comedy that spawns it – and, I mean not only my own laughter, but the laughter of others, some of which I have actually been responsible for inducing.
By John Oliver Smith7 days ago in Humor
Comments (11)
Sounds like True Love to me. Starlight... ⚡💙⚡
Absolutely Beautiful Sam - She leaves constellations branded on my soul. Gorgeous!!! Nicely Done!!!!
Gorgeous 😍
I especially loved the last four lines!
Gorgeously written! Stunning work Sam!
Powerful...
This is lovely. Well done.
Loved it. Beautiful 👌👌
"Bruises like galaxies" and "constellations branded on my soul"? Ugh, that's beautiful. It’s like you’re completely consumed by her, but in the best way. I love how it captures that magnetic pull, like you can’t help but want to stay in her orbit. Beautiful poem Sam🤗
So lovely!
How lovely ♦️♥️♦️