untitled sappiness. #poetry

always.

As I watch him smile beside me
I can’t imagine my life before

No more nights awake and lonely
No tears falling to the floor

My heart is unchained, finally free
I couldn’t ask for anything more

He gave me everything I dreamt of
Hope and peace and all of his love

[I’ve been reading something I wrote that is kind of idealistic and pretty damn sappy… and I like to pretend I’m in the story…]


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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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10 Responses to untitled sappiness. #poetry

  1. magarisa says:

    One can always dream … ❤

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  2. I didn’t find this to be sappy. Ideal, maybe. But not sappy. 😊

    Liked by 1 person

  3. awww it’s so sweet!! ❤

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