my own.

Posted on 18 August 2016 by what sandra thinks

sleep girl.

At night
My broken heart
Falls asleep in denial
Craving the life of another
But deep inside my dreams
Every drop of your love is real
And I wish for no life
But my own

swirly

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Image by Hajin Bae used with gracious consent.
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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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24 Responses to my own.

  1. Lara T. Kareem's avatar Lara says:
    18 August 2016 at 10:11 am

    Your words are so beautiful and I love this image, it’s so vibrant.

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  2. Kay's avatar Kay says:
    18 August 2016 at 10:54 am

    Beautiful pairing, Sandra. Melancholy…

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  3. zahraammar's avatar zahraammar says:
    18 August 2016 at 11:04 am

    I have no idea who did this artwork…but it is absolutely mesmerising alongwith your words.

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  4. Meg's avatar Meg Sorick says:
    18 August 2016 at 11:19 am

    Come on cupcake, I’m waiting for my banana hammock limerick! 😀

    PS – But I do love this poem, too! xo

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  5. Mags's avatar magarisa says:
    18 August 2016 at 3:18 pm

    Wonderfully written!

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  6. deleted's avatar VictoryInTrouble says:
    18 August 2016 at 3:21 pm

    beautiful! And sad, but kinda hopeful maybe. 🙂

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  7. Mandibelle16's avatar mandibelle16 says:
    19 August 2016 at 1:43 am

    I think sometimes, we all want someone else’s life. It’s easy not to see the burdens and issues each individual in life, each carry. Our burdens are our own and I think, dealing with what we’re given, means we are the best person for the job. But I also see, how we can have two opinions on the matter. Loving parts and hating others. That’s pretty human I’d say 🙂 great poem.

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  8. Miriam's avatar Miriam says:
    24 August 2016 at 7:24 am

    Beautiful haunting words Sandra. And, wow, what a stunning drawing.

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