oops this isnt a sonnet because it's not 14 lines, still in iambic pentameter though
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No wonder love is seen as a disease
Because I can't seem to get rid of you
I want the beating of my heart to cease
Blame the flushing of my cheeks on the flu
Get rid of the way you've made my head spin
Remove memories of pressed close bus rides
Let go dreams of a life we could begin
Forget gentle words that soothed like landslides
I'm an idiot to let it slip away
I should have yielded to love, let me stay
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Sonnets for Someones
PoetryI've discovered a love for sonnets due to my AP English Literature and Composition class, so I began writing sonnets about people, places, and things. These are a collection of sonnets, as well as generally poetic musings that follow my thoughts.
