sometimes
in my dreams
your touch
is so real
that when I wake
I cannot accept
that your heart
isn’t there
beating
with mine.
©2017 what sandra thinks
sometimes
in my dreams
your touch
is so real
that when I wake
I cannot accept
that your heart
isn’t there
beating
with mine.
©2017 what sandra thinks
Liam Sullivan's Ideas and Reflections
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Writing is a craft. I practice it here. Stellar stuff. Mediocre stuff. Don't bother stuff.
the fictional journal of Katie K.
“Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.” — Maya Angelou
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A Look on the Brighter Side of Life
Beautifully melancholic. Is that a word? Oh well. It is today. 😊
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Haha… yes… that’s a word. At least I think it is so it must be. 😛 And thank you…
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You’re welcome. I ask because I have a tendency to make up words to fit my need du jour. 😃
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I do, too… 🙂
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As if the English language isn’t confusing enough. 😃
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So bittersweet.
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Yes… the disappointing mornings. Please let me go back to sleep…
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💤💤
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awwwwww nice ~ but also sad ❤
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I think sadness and darkness are my specialties… with poetry, anyway. Thank you. ♥
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You nailed it. This is amazing. 💖💖💖
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Thank you so much! ♥
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Always!
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So beautiful and sad and tender. Lovely poem, Sandra.
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Thank you so much. 🙂
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