It Grows

It Grows

A Poem by Sarah Marie

Feel the longing-
It rises within my bones;
Dare the deception-
My heart has a mind
Of its own,
A sense of all that has been
And all which is to come;
It beats at unsteady paces
And causes the rest to grow numb.
Heartache is deceiving,
For it clings to the rush
Accompanied by those feelings
Which should be hushed,
Quieted and hidden from the world;
It plays unkind games
In Cupid’s name,
But it grows and goes for itself,
The heart never to be tamed.
Truth is irrelevant in its twisted
Mind-it sneaks and lurks
For a new prey to find,
The chase never really over and done
Until the heart’s new playmate
Finally refuses to run
Another step in the direction 
Toward agony and desire,
Such powerful things
That set the soul on fire
And burn the heartstrings. 

© 2013 Sarah Marie


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Intensely beautiful Sarah Marie. This poem flows like a soft meandering stream straight to my heart.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Sarah Marie

11 Years Ago

Oh, thank you! Your reviews and kind words mean so much to me!
Jack...

11 Years Ago

You are very welcome.
There is a wildness to what love does to the mind, and then to find two minds and hearts that can dance around that same fire... amazing. You give words to the emotions that are often too hard to verbalize.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Sarah Marie

11 Years Ago

oo thank you! I am glad to see I have yet to disappoint...

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Sarah Marie
Sarah Marie

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Aspiring starving artist: Bachelor's degree in English, minor in professional writing, concentration in writing, unofficial concentration in British literature...2017 more..

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