There's nothing we can do to change the past.
In the mornings I wake up from my dream
Wishing that it might have been the real thing.
Your choices are yours and mine, mine to last.
You know those days we cuddled in the bed,
Now there's nothing left of what we once had,
Slipping back into time just like a fad.
From then, knowing all those feelings are dead.
Bell bottom jeans, Tamagotchi and us,
Not really gone but forgotten enough,
With this after breaking up off the cuff
And then regretting our torn up promise.
However, we realize turning back the clock
Doesn't do anything to change the time.
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Sonnets
PoetryThese are some sonnets that I've written. Some are English (Shakespearean Sonnets), some are Italian Sonnets, and some are modified. They all have 14 lines, ten syllables in each line and hopefully a near iambic pentameter.
