Wednesday, February 6, 2008


Freshman year we had to write a sonnet.....

My love is as a fever, longing still.
So many ways to pass the time of day-
if only something could further my will
to forget the one who just couldn't stay.
It did once seem our love would always last.
But can that actually be for real?
It seems now love explored is never fast.
A heart's more fun as a thing you must steal.
If only something could soothe my wrack'd mind.
Is this love something my soul can wait for?
Oceans lie between us, the clocks unwind.
Hopefully we can hang on a while more.
Honestly nothing can tell except time.
I hope my actions wont carry a fine.

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