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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I almost forgot to post a perk this week. I’m such a slacker! My children don’t spend hours playing video games. They are not especially interested in sports either. Oh, they love the computer and the tablet and all things … Continue reading →
Hello lovely readers. Here is part 3 of secret admirer. ♥ [Previously posted: part 1 and part 2] (disclaimer: yeah, still making this up as I go… and sorry for the brevity of this installment… but it seemed a natural break…)
Trust defiled Lies spoken Dream shattered Heart broken Torn apart Not mended Soul destroyed Love ended Pain suffered Lost closeness Once splendid Now hopeless
Somebody (Meg) may have clued me in that today is National Limerick Day. Of course, I had no idea such a day existed, let alone that it was today. I wanted to finally use “Nantucket” in one of these but … Continue reading →
‘Make the right choice’ Swims in the ocean Inside her mind Never hiding Or taking a holiday But all things wrong Lurk like sharks under Once calm waters Always tempting Promising sinful pleasure When the sharks bite They take all … Continue reading →
My steel-blue eyes Make you smile I don’t want you To see me sad You always laugh At my dark humor I only shed tears When I’m alone You know my dreams My burning desires But the impossible ones I keep … Continue reading →
I believed your words Like a lovesick fool Such a naïve girl Taken in too easily But it took little time For you to slip up and Reveal your true self The talented liar. You begged but You’d already lost … Continue reading →
unforgiven. I was forgiven Your words, not mine But I am confused Please tell me why You keep rehashing Events from the past I thought it was over That I’d heard the last Maybe you cannot Forget my mistakes I’ve … Continue reading →