I sit here by the fireplace
Its warmth does not affect me
I once had loved its scarlet haze
Now, gray is all I see
Are they not whole and strong, these logs?
Yet now, they burn to ashes
They tell me of all that I was
Before the heavy sadness
The fire's out. I shut my eyes...
Another freezing night
A/N Hi, guys! So in English class, we learned about poetry. I happen to kind of really like poetry ( >.< ) so I tried to write a sonnet. It is so much harder to write! There is a very specific number of lines (fourteen) and a very specific rhyming pattern (first and third, second and fourth, last two lines). I took one and a half hours on this thing. I hope you enjoy, though this is a very meager attempt.
xoxo, mavis jane
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martyrdom
Poesielittle trinkets that hit you right on that spot in your heart, the one that you thought was closed off, but is actually the source of what? of e...
