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Sandoval Aug 2017
I listen to the sound
of the waves.

Looking for a clue,
an echo of your silence.

And I patiently
wait for you.

Like Amphitrite
waited for Poseidon.

*Sandoval
Long distance relationships..
Sandoval Aug 2017
He was a blank book.

With my ink of sonnets,

I gave him a story,
syllables full of stars.

I made him
readable, interesting, intriguing.

But, the last thing that ever crossed my mind,

was that sitting there,
on that shelf, I also made him

reachable.


*Sandoval
Sandoval Aug 2017
I tore down every bridge,
and every wall to let you in.

I dried lakes, rivers, oceans,
to save you from drowning.

I found myself,
draining in weakness to strengthen you.

You became powerful, you became immortal,
you became my god.

Now I clench onto this sadness of mine.
The loneliness you left behind.

Its the only thing that reminds me,
our story was once alive.

Its my safe place.
When you're gone,

and I need a muse to help
bleed all this pain out.

Like tonight,
when writing about the moon,
can no longer help me survive.


*Sandoval
To Drew..
Sandoval Aug 2017
I've seen you

dancing, to rhythm

of the moon.

I wonder, if I were up there,

would you have loved me too..


*Sandoval
Sandoval Aug 2017
Dead* sea,

burnt memories.

This lonely mermaid,

has no more stories.

*Sandoval
Sandoval Aug 2017
You can mend a

broken heart,

but never with the same

string twice.


*Sandoval
Sandoval Aug 2017
Ink
She lays her head
on a daydream.

Ink rhymes, sad cries.
Fallen stars, swollen eyes.

he's gone
and so am I.

*Sandoval
Sandoval Aug 2017
We knew stars
had no way of getting back home,

once they fell to the earth.
Yet their dusk would flow back into space.

Fall back into gravity,
and transform into a meteorite.
Because just like caterpillars,

everything in the universe, converts.

This storm will lose its form.
And you and I, once again, my love,

we will be un-torn.


*Sandoval
Sandoval Aug 2017
How many wars
must we fight,

to finally realize,

we were always
enough.


*Sandoval
Sandoval Aug 2017
Sun
And, what am I to you?
He asked.

--You, She replied.
Are the roots to this beautiful flower,

and my heart is like the sun.
As long as you

keep growing, it'll never let you die.


*Sandoval
Never.
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