Sonnet
1
The truth in the words of my love
defies time
Even if it is the case that I have no
money
Yet the blood in my veins still strive
Your love for me speaks honey
So why do you beset me with worries
And laden my heart with sorrow?
You cut me deep with your stories
Of days and hours left in deep shit
burrows
I lay awake with thoughts of hurt
My head aches with worries of neglect
You have hurt me deep like lust
You broke my heart as easy as a trinket
Let it therefore be known this day
That you have lost that which is frail.
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