broken.

Posted on 15 January 2016 by what sandra thinks

broken.

I believed you
When you told me I was yours
I believed you
I won’t be alone any more

I never thought
I imagined in my head
I never thought
I couldn’t believe what you said

I wanted it
So desperately I was blind
I wanted it
So badly I was in denial

I realized
I was all wrong about you
I realized
No words you ever spoke were true

I wonder now
If my eyes tell tales unspoken
I wonder now
If everyone knows I’m broken

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About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, sometimes blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Italy, but she would settle for a non-oceanfront home in Italy. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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10 Responses to broken.

  1. Sheridan Johnson says:
    15 January 2016 at 4:38 pm

    Beautiful poetry and story!

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  2. ruchirabiswas97 says:
    23 January 2016 at 12:31 pm

    Just Don’t think I am crazy going on commenting on your poems in one go…But they have Just floored me! You just made my day!

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