Just Give Me Time...
by Sam Harty
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I'm painted in colors only I can see
I'm painted into corners where I don't want to be
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Why can't I just be grey and blue for awhile
Why can't you see I'm not any certain style
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I'll party when I'm ready to
I'll celebrate when I'm no longer blue
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I'm not happy but I'm not miserable
I'm in love but I'm nobody's fool
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The stars call me to go outside and clear my head
The lonely room chains me to this tomb of a bed
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No one heals at the same speed or pace
No one sees that I need to be alone in this space
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My grief is thick and heavy and real
My priority isn't you understanding how I feel
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Let me breathe and weep and mourn
Let me have your support and not your scorn
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It won't be forever, I will get over this pain
And then we'll paint and party and look at the stars again
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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
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Our Song
Evening has given way to night. Gently, I settle next to you on the comfortable, old love seat and reach for your hand. You snatch it away, again. It cuts me to the quick, but I hide the pain, understanding that the reaction is but part of your demented state. Since the accident, your presence here in our cozy home has been clouded by a haze I can't see. Nevertheless, I feel the frigidity of your expressions and it serves as an excruciating reminder of the immeasurable distance between us.
By Dana Crandell3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (10)
Wow! Sending hugs! 🫂
They say there’s always tomorrow, but that’s a fallacy. Still, I get the need to sometimes hide under the covers. I hope you process successfully. Best line: Let me have your support, not your scorn. That hits the mark dead on. Thanks for sharing. Great job Sam.
This is so real and genuine. We all need to recognize that every feeling and mood has its purpose and place.
We have to always put ourselves first, if we don't we fade away
Such an honest and relatable piece! I felt each lime! well done, Sam!
Great affirmation after a heartbreak, Sam. In the last but one verse, shouldn’t it be “Let me breathe” not “breath”?
Such a powerful poem, beautifully written...
This was so deep, true and relatable. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
Amen.
Sad poem but we live in a world not allowed to express our feelings but in truth we need to express them