as sky cloaks earth in her cold midnight black,
when only specks of white stay cradled bright
he turns to leave, his fingers slipping back,
yet dark, his eyes would shine their own fine light.
his eyes that sing like songbirds in silence
the amber, piercing, deep like precious stone
those hidden stories, each their own essence,
the countless musings left to die alone.
when clocks across towns strike ungodly hours,
those jewels fade as does he, away so soon
gone out of sight, the time was only ours,
within me my heart waxes a full moon.
for I bore love, unmatched as so did he,
when night made him so much more pure to me.
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hopefully you stuck around long enough to enjoy (or abhor) this shakespearean sonnet ! this is actually something i wrote for schoolwork and yeah it's cheesy but i still feel a little bit proud of it and i decided to share it as i haven't done poetry in a while and this is a "warmup" of sorts.
anyways i'll update once a week at the very least so be ready ! i just want to share beautiful things with the world
YOU ARE READING
in a sentimental mood
General Fictioncollection of pseudo-intellectual poetry and short stories i write to kill my time and for that god-forsaken aesthetic :')
