Finally ran out of inspiration
This may be the last sonnet I write
You were fueling my imagination
But to give up still does not feel right
Many will be right as I am left wrong
Just add another failed goal to the list
I was sure my feelings for you were strong
I held all those dreams tightly in a fist
Many know me for having a strong grip
But now my grip loosens from around you
I will admit falling was a great trip
Is letting go still the right thing to do?
If I erased all leads to memories
Letting go of this could have been a breeze
YOU ARE READING
All For You
RandomSonnets I wrote for a guy I fell for one summer. Though now we're total strangers. *Has been slightly edited for spelling, use of words, etc. (It was bugging me...)
