Wednesday, April 11, 2018

13 SonneTs

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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