what I write.

Posted on 15 June 2017 by what sandra thinks

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

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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12 Responses to what I write.

  1. magarisa says:
    15 June 2017 at 11:00 am

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

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  2. sonofabeach96 says:
    15 June 2017 at 11:41 am

    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:
    15 June 2017 at 2:33 pm

    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. 💙

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  4. ladieswholunchreviews says:
    16 June 2017 at 9:53 am

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

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