Take all of the sweet things Out of the sunset and Out of the trees. Take them out of the streetlights and Out of the sounds of the summer at night time. Take them out of the sky When it's raining in the morning and Out of the warm water. Take them out of me, Take them out of my heart for you. They don't belong there anymore, They are all in you now.
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AuthorThese words are written by Sam. She is the author of Bloom, Poetry and Prose, and Until I Feel Like My Own Mother, enjoys sitting in the sun, eating fruits, and making people smile. Archives
May 2021
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