"if she writes them a few sonnets, she loves them.
if she writes them three hundred sonnets,
she loves sonnets"
but what if no single sonnet alone was enough
to show the love that she held?
to her, they were worthy an infinite amount
so sonnets she would write
for her muse who would sing
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no real agenda // poetry
Poetrypoems for all the words i can't say anything and everything goes. i write sporadically and about whatever i want. hence the title i've had the same compilation since the 6th grade, please skip to the better poems... (aka deep breaths and onward, ob...
