what I write.

When I was a little girl
I dreamt of love
Sweet and pure
When I was no longer a child
I searched for love
Tempestuous and wild
When I was a young woman
I hoped for love
And thought it was coming
When I grew older
My heart grew hard
Hopeless and colder
Now when I sleep at night
Again I dream of love
And it’s what I write


©2017 what sandra thinks

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About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, 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 Hawaii where she could learn to surf. She loves music, 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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12 Responses to what I write.

  1. magarisa says:

    A full circle. This is beautiful and bittersweet, Sandra.

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  2. Funny how things come full circle. Even love, dreams, or the combo of both. Dreams can come true though. 😃

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  3. Meghan Tregellis says:

    At least there is fiction…. although I often wonder if it makes reality harsher. Not that I would give it up, mind you. An excellent poem. 💙

    Liked by 1 person

  4. This has to be one of my favorites you’ve written!

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