Sandra Black Poems

A morbid state of fugue
A miasma of lucid dreams
Awake and yet not level
This night is endless it seems
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Why do I love him so?
I keep away from him
But in my heart I know
Only he can make my heart beat so
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Every morning
Over cups of iced coffee
Or in the tub
They meet hidden
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My heart had turned to stone
It was cold and broken
Down to the last bone
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He must be special
This man I know
Mum seems to love even more
She chats him up
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Prayers for a special someone
Prayers to forever be
Prayers in his heart mind
Prayers for safe to be
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She walks around with a smile on her face
And not one person in the whole wide world
Knows the reason for her quickened pace
The world can see the glow on her skin
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I love your brains
I love your humour
I love it when
You make my worries fewer
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It took me so long to find you
But it took no time to know you
I felt it instantly
A deep connection electrically
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Is there such a thing as love?
Is there such a thing
That to one's heart
Pure joy bring?
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