
My steel-blue eyes
Make you smile
I don’t want you
To see me sad
You always laugh
At my dark humor
I only shed tears
When I’m alone
You know my dreams
My burning desires
But the impossible ones
I keep hidden inside
When you touch me
I feel beautiful
I‘ll never tell you
I can’t live without it
Intense and passionate
My emotions run deep
And you will never know
When they crush me
The best parts of me
Are for you.
I’ll keep the rest.

~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.
This is really beautiful Sandra. A bit melancholic and raw.
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Thanks very much!
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I love it, thank you so much for sharing!
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Thanks for reading… and for the compliment!
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😍
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🙂
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I love the way you write. This is exactly what I’d say if I had your poetic skill! xxoo
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Aww… thank you! xoxo
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🙂
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Lovely!
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Thanks Sarah!
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Beautifully sad Sandra. Poetry in the raw. Perfection. xoxo
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Thank you! 🙂
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Oh lovey, I’m such a mess today. Didn’t sleep all night and as a result didn’t get up till almost 9! Now my whole day is out of whack! And so that’s why i’m just getting to this now!
You know how I love your poetry and this is no exception. I like the way you went back and forth between what shows and what’s buried beneath. Trusting others with our pain is an extrememly difficult thing to do. So simply yet beautifully expressed!
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Thank you! How come you couldn’t sleep? Everything okay? I have a bit of the opposite problem… with the unemployment thing, I barely have a schedule at all… I stay up way too late (~3am…) and by then, I have little trouble falling asleep (usually) and… I never want to wake up! I hope you get some rest! xo
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Lovely poem and the sense of love is wowww……!!!!
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Thank you!
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This is very raw and vulnerable; it’s beautiful. It’s very difficult to share those most exposing parts of ourselves with others, even the ones we love the most, especially if we’ve been burned before. But, I do wish for it, and want that with others. To just be real and me.
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Thanks. Having been together so long, very little of me is hidden from my husband at this point. But I have spent years hiding parts of me… from friends, parents, sisters… So I guess this poem is a mix of all of that.
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Same here with my husband. And I did the same with so many others, as I aged I became that way, for many reasons, but I found it took such a toll. Again, lovely poem, it captures that so well.
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Thank you. It can be exhausting… But sometimes it’s easier!
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Very true! And appropriate!
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