poetry

Sandy



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.

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Vincent van Zandvoort
Vincent van Zandvoort

Vincent van Zandvoort is a writer of Poetry, Inspirational Words, Prose & Short Fiction. Science Fiction - Fantasy - Supernatural - Thriller


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Poetry / Prose

Poetry / Prose

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