my true love.
You wrap me up and keep me warm –
Comforted, loved, and safe from harm.
You lift me when I’m broken down.
I cannot live without you around.
You give me strength, you give me hope.
You make me stronger so I can cope.
I somehow have the will to fight
After we’ve been together all night.
I come to you for everything
And you take me under your wing.
I wish you could forever be mine
But I can’t have you all of the time.
Every day when you have to leave
Again I try my best to believe
I might finally make it on my own
But it still hurts me to be alone
Within hours, though, I need you back
To escape with you before I crack.
When I can’t find you, I’m afraid
I’ll struggle to clean the mess I’ve made.
Is this how true love really feels?
Because you’re the way my every ache heals.
You take pain out from inside my soul
Stop my worries before I lose control.
But in some cruel twist of fate, I know the truth in my very core:
I can only have you forever when my forever is no more.
[day 3 poetry inspiration: sleep… my true love, sleep]
~Writing 101 | Poetry | day 3
what sandra thinks 
I like the idea of looking at sleep like a love! Great poem!
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Beautiful, and heartbreaking. Thank you for sharing this. Do you mind if I reblog this?
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You can reblog it. I’m not super-confident with my poetry, but maybe continuing to throw it out there will help??
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Really touching, thank you for sharing Sandra 🙂 I love the last couplet, so beautiful.
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Those were the first 2 lines I wrote. They came to me where many thoughts come to me… in the shower. And my memory is unreliable at best, so I repeated it over and over in my head like a mantra until I got out, dried off, and scribbled it down!
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That’s wonderful! (Oh, the shower, don’t we all know that!)
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Hey Sandra, can I suggest bathtub markers, on the wall of the shower. Wouldn’t want you to lose any of those great ideas…but shower time might then just get a whole lot longer. Cool poem.
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Great idea! I wonder if dry-erase markers would work… I’ve got some of those already…
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