At a time we were friends forevermore,
Apart we grew, and I became wistful.
You were my first kiss and so I was yours.
What I did not know is in love you fell,
With none other than me, I was happy.
I crushed on another, that broke your heart
You wishes you were him so you were bare grieved,
Without knowing it, I first broke your heart.
We grew and I thought you got over it,
But now I see you as a handsome lad,
I had always loved you but not like that.
When I realized that my heart you had,
You were leaving and you have me a card.
You wrote, "Marry me, my heart is in shards".
Should I give this sonnet a title? If so, what should it be? Comment some ideas please! I could even turn it into a contest if you want. Or not. Either way.
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Into the Deep End of Life
PoetryHave you ever wondered what it's like in other peoples minds? Well I have so I did what people should do, and I'm giving you a direct line to my thoughts. You can tell what kind of person I am by way of my poems and my favorite poems. If you like...
