sometimes. #poetry

Posted on 18 July 2017 by 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

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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15 Responses to sometimes. #poetry

  1. sonofabeach96 says:
    18 July 2017 at 12:36 pm

    Beautifully melancholic. Is that a word? Oh well. It is today. 😊

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  2. magarisa says:
    18 July 2017 at 12:52 pm

    So bittersweet.

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  3. jackcollier7 says:
    18 July 2017 at 1:51 pm

    awwwwww nice ~ but also sad ❤

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  4. thesarahdoughty says:
    18 July 2017 at 3:03 pm

    You nailed it. This is amazing. 💖💖💖

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  5. D. Wallace Peach says:
    18 July 2017 at 6:29 pm

    So beautiful and sad and tender. Lovely poem, Sandra.

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