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Sarah Bloomer Poem
What love embodies is set in stone
Only a pickaxe can break
What's truthfully there, damage prone
What the heart wants is stuck with a stake
Maybe I’m the pickaxe who destroys all love
But I will never be so sure
Because the pickaxe can be anything, a gentle dove
I don’t know what love has in store
All I know is that love still embodies
Anyone who sets me up a glance
My heart seems to take many vengeful hobbies
But hey, my head won’t move it’s stance
What love embodies is set in stone
I’m the pickaxe that breaks
What's dishonestly there, lying prone
I must stick my heart with a stake
Copyright © Sarah Bloomer | Year Posted 2023
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Sarah Bloomer Poem
If only the love stayed
Love of devotion and grit
Why didn't the Love stay,
The Love I see best fit
You were here until you weren't
Pushed through with all your might
You stayed until you couldn't
Maybe you were right
I ask for a lot, but I give so little
I understand you leaving
Maybe I'm just too brittle
I wanted you here, in my arms and my head
I wish I could tell you, but some things are better left unsaid
If only the love stayed
We would be true and free
If only the love stayed
The unlawful love of you and me
Copyright © Sarah Bloomer | Year Posted 2022
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