in that moment. #poetry

I found this in my ‘rejected poem’ file. I guess I didn’t like it… or maybe I posted a different version of it? I don’t think I ever did. But my memory sucks…

skeletons.

He fell for her in that moment
The one where his heart was stolen
He was sure he would never recover
His only dream was to love her
He couldn’t imagine her with another
That was more than he could suffer
Because he had always known
He wanted her for his own

 

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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 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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30 Responses to in that moment. #poetry

  1. I know this feeling well. 😊

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  2. Meg says:

    This is a wonderful poem. I wish that kind of thing had happened to me. I had to convince my husband he loved me… Wah! 😜

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  3. Beautiful choice of words.

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  4. Glad you decided to post it. It’s beautifully (and terribly) relatable…

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  5. Yes, happened to me too!
    So strong that, a couple of years later, when she was about to marry someone else, I counter proposed and she broke off her engagement.
    I married someone else, as did she, but I still think of her very fondly!

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  6. I think my hubby was like that. And I fell in love with him cause he was so sure of his love for me. I think it happens much faster for men, this falling in love thing!

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