Sandy
Where would I begin?
Comfortable alone.
No one cared for me.
Just the way I chose.
Now there’s change.
Now nothing’s the same.
I try to gain control,
grab a hold.
It’s no use I fall.
Straight into your arms.
You feel so safe and warm.
It was so long ago.
I feel so close to home.
When I look into your eyes.
You persuade me with your smile.
I reach for my insides.
And offer heart and soul.
Nothing goes my way.
I see this everyday.
Your love it will not last.
I trade in present
and in past.
Nothing can be done.
About talking through a song.
About escaping my way in.
About picking out the best.
About leaving all the rest.
About gelatin from bone.
About making it alone.
Now there’s change.
Now nothing’s the same.
I try to gain control,
grab a hold.
It’s no use I fall.
I am sandy
slipping through your fingers.

Sandy
By Vincent Van Zandvoort | Poetry / Prose | 18 Apr 2021
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Vincent Van Zandvoort
Vincent Van Zandvoort is a writer of poetry, prose & short fiction. Science fiction - fantasy - supernatural - thriller - drama. ©️ Copyright 2020-2023. Vincent van Zandvoort. All Rights Reserved.

Poetry / Prose
I compose poetry and prose about the disappointments of life; dishonest people we come across; crushed hopes and expectations; the corruption that lies within everyone, but also lighter stuff.

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