untitled sappiness. #poetry

Posted on 27 July 2017 by what sandra thinks

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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©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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10 Responses to untitled sappiness. #poetry

  1. magarisa says:
    27 July 2017 at 3:29 pm

    One can always dream … ❤

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  2. sonofabeach96 says:
    27 July 2017 at 3:30 pm

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

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  3. gigglingfattie says:
    28 July 2017 at 10:37 am

    awww it’s so sweet!! ❤

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