always.

always.

always.

always she searched
life’s endless maze
for her one love
the man to fill her days
She worried
her cries would
scare him away
but she was wrong
because he heard
and quieted her wails
and now he is
her always
heart.

©what sandra thinks

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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21 Responses to always.

  1. Lennon Carlyle says:

    Lovely…as always.

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  2. What we all deserve to find…

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  3. A is for “always” – another one that didn’t make the cut? 🙂 Aww! it’s good!

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  4. Hey, you know mushy me adored this. And while i loved your finale, those pening lines were perfection. Bravo.

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  5. This is beautiful. I think that there is an urge to tone yourself down when you meet someone new. The right person will love you always. Great post.
    I look forward to more of you stuff. Following you now 🙂

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