Oh, how her temperament had shifted so,
How gaunt were the pools in her opal eyes
As my unplanned speech rolled beyond my lips,
As cold and harsh as I had not intended.
Panicked shouts of "no" escaped her slim frame:
Not near the usual melodic song,
That was, indeed, my love's harmonic self,
That dear Aphrodite* could not compare.
But paled were her trembling fingertips,
That reached for my freshly sewn Kepi**,
And my ruthless galvanized badge,
As she fell to the floor in salty tears,
Knowing the shrieks of gunfire would overcome,
And she, my love, would hear from me no more.
*the goddess of beauty
** a French military hat
here's my first sonnet! I was written in the iambic pentameter, however the second last line doesn't follow that. Who cares though like.. xD
i included some vocabulary that some of you may not know for analytical purposes (:
so tell me in the comments if you understand what this is talking about! it would mean so much to hear your opinions.
thanks!
micky (:
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little rhymes
Poetrythis will be a collection of poems, sonnets and other things that I may write if I feel like it. don't be afraid to leave your opinions, they all mean a lot to me (: happy reading! © micky ( @BurgerStyles_ ) on wattpad.com
