13 SonneTs.
+++++++++++++
I know it's
not
the smoke,
when her
Eyes
grow dull,
and dim;
and
Her Voice
Sings
TraGic NoteS.
13
SonneTs.
(All for
HiM.)
+
I should've
Known
it's wrong to
Hope,..
or
Pray for
GreaTeR
ThinGs to
CoMe.
Love left
mE
dangling from
A
RoPe!
(in this
WorLd
wiThouT
ThE SuN.)
+
I know it's
not
ThE dRinK..
when her
LaugH sounds
like
A ghosT;
and I'm too
in
LoVe to "think"!
(about liFeS
PaiN
I craVe ThE
mosT.)
I'm wiser now,
buT
SaDdeR thus;
another HatefuL
LeSsoN
Learned..
DeAd
HeaRt
reduced
To
ASh and
DuSt!!
13
SoNNeTs!!!!!
(Watch theM
BuRn.)
J.s.h.
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